Omit

You are watching, on some flickering screen, bathed in blue light
the self-destruction of the poet
a man without hope cannot continue
Bear witness now to this insignificant event
stretched over days and weeks
as the pain grows and the body fails
There will be no sadness, no mourning or loss
just a physical end to an emotional despair
and none shall grieve
This cuts through bone and flesh
driven by tears and callous disregard
and manifests in physical distress
Did you know that you can die
of a broken heart?
All the king’s horses, all the king’s men
cannot put the poet together again
She will inherit the flotsam and jetsam
of a life once lived
but she will not lament
any more than she will read the words left behind

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