immortality of a writer

The Aroma
of a full bodied cuban
fills the senses 
as pellets spray across the atmosphere
The Feline Community will soon mourn your passing.
 
Old man 
the sea continues to beckon you
with the conclusion of every sunset.
Does the Narcissitic verse of Plath and Sexton
aggravate you?
Or are they  just simple companions
to the fields of Elysian?
 
Talent is not taken
It is only the Vessel
That was left Lifeless
Within the Cobble streets
of Baltimore.
 
For upon the Tell Tale Heart
of every reader
the Raven continues
to Chant
And the absence of Plums
are still vacant
in the Ice Box
Though the Critic
 still questions the
merit of its validity.
 
 
My Friend
Songs will continue to be written 
about her
As she is the representation
that Innocence 
will always be contaminated
by the conflict 
between 
Reasoning and Emotions.
leaving the bird's squaks
of "Nevermore"
Forever ignored