On the road I see
A dead man
Walking alone.
The dead man
Eating alone,
Dancing alone,
Talking alone.
But not lonely,
The dead man,
I must say.
I am there
With the dead man
And I compose poems.
Are my poems dead?
I must say,
Read and say.
I set words,
Lines, stanzas,
All about
The dead man.
The dead man
Is alive,
Stay with him
Sometime and
Say how he is
Within you, dear.
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