Site Navigation Information Prose Poetry Art On the Stump Serials Question of the Week About the Authors Links and Awards Message Board			John Bryan The Little Death Well, they ( whoever THEY are ) say ( I've never actually HEARD them ) that there is a perfect someone for everyone in the world. I found mine. She lived in 13th Century Iceland and although we didn't say much to each other when I finally met her, I did carve my name next to hers on her tombstone Want to respond to this poem? Do it here! Return to Poetry