. Eulogy for a Them We gather here to celebrate a him Or her (an it? a they?) and in the end A prophet of the present who could bend Reality to suit their loosest whim. For whatsoever they had been or might Have been, they were their own priority; Their every inkling claimed majority And what they felt determined what was right. At times of course they acted like a man, But none of us is perfect, so it’s said, And now their useless clump of cells is dead, Although they could go in the garbage can, We’ll compost them, since they’d be truly thrilled To have eternal life as chlorophyll. . . Jeffrey Essmann is an essayist and poet living in New York. His poetry has appeared in numerous magazines and literary journals, among them Agape Review, America Magazine, Dappled Things, the St. Austin Review, U.S. Catholic, Grand Little Things, Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, and various venues of the Benedictine monastery with which he is an oblate. He is editor of the Catholic Poetry Room page on the Integrated Catholic Life website.