I never thought a poet

was to be found in this cadaver of mine

But then; are poets not cadavers?

Starved, hungry for life, eating only life,

rotting away

for beauty to thrive

Yes, indeed, I am a poet then!

let me be this carcass of life and death

and jokes not understood

Silly me!

This life was never mine to command anyway

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