"Death of a Poet"

The poet is dead once and for all
Ahh! Finally silence on his page!
Celebrate the peace and quiet now
Gone are the mediocre words he waged

Eyes closed, tongue stilled
His droning voice will be obscure
Sabotaged in death as in life
Rejoice in his demise, for sure

His words like marching soldiers
Tread devoutly across memory
Toward well deserved oblivion
Instead of his coveted eternity

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