On the evening news,
through an anchor’s
beastly commentary,
tidings of a poet’s demise
were conveyed,
he wrote in a language
foreign to me,
the lanugague of my birth,
abandoned since.
…
He was celebrated
inside the studio,
on panels, op-eds,
and on the tongue
of a grieving widow.
…
He is me,
more loved,
more honored,
less dead.
