by Mar 31, 2020

Death of a Poet... Poem

Death of a Poet... Poem

in beading sweat
knee deep in murky water
i saw a vision
of my poetry

it was drifting away
on a radio

crashing in sway
smoke of a blooming
backwards in day

piece after piece
scattered in noise
down through the pipe
of someone else's

and then
was this vision
this picture of me
stripped to a nerve
like a dug out
root of an ancient tree

lost in the pity
of last farawell

two went apart
turning in half
half that existed
no more.

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