Death of a Poem
Found dead in my study; lines strewn across the floor;
the slaughter of an unborn, a virgin text.
the sun electric, the burnt grass of the next life
that salinates the sea; an apple of the stars;
a dye stone; freedom as a whore and ghost of poets.
And the final pathos:
there are many ways of being dead before death.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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