Poem -

Death of a poet

Death of a poet

I am dying

In the words 

Of the poem

That I am writing

In the blood

In red blood

In red ink

I am dying

In these words

In democracy 

I am dying

For which

I have been in prison, 

Imprisoned

& incarcerated

In 

R.I.P.

The poet

 

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Kimmy Alan

Poets never die, their chapbooks just get tucked away.

Good write.

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Jai Masters

Yup that's true 

poets don't die

their spirits rise 

and their books get richer through 

 reads that bestow honor, 

chaucer, shakespeare, Poe

luv them all, 

thanks Kimmy

Jai:)

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