Poets Die
Poets die. They die
In parks, in hospitals, in cabs,
In Italy, in Alaska, in debt,
In nooses, in anonymity, in rags,
In slums, in mansions
Poets die. They die
At midnight, at noon, at dawn,
At Breadloaf, a…
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