once you
read him
just like
any other
nothing is
worth talking
or even
mentioning
he met
death and
you attended
the wake
and he is
gone
but this
time you
remember what
you read
about him
you become
a part
and he
for once
becomes
alive
it is
his death
that
recaptures
what
was missing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem