Dead poets’ poems,
seen within the admiring eyes of the living.
The power of
employing language, graceful
liquidity. Poets who wept
their anguish upon
paper’s haven, suffering
laid out in words, using their fingers
as feet to take journeys of misfortune
Deceased poets, once walking in another world,
held today in great regard
by bootless extants.
Dead poets dotting the skies,
the seas, and the landscapes
filled long ago with universal messages
traveled across time, to speak to
the equally wistful living.