Poetry is Dead

Better a candle, covered…

Better a mirror in a lonesome room,

A beached whale –

A stillborn child

Better a sunless moon,

A bird with no wings

A dulcimer absent strings…

Better a ship in desert sands than

A poet in this, our world.

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