Death unchains
the poet's brain
from his words
which now live
(in the brains of others)
for 3 days
the poet's brain
is displayed
and thousands upon thousands
flock to see it
as if they could see
the thoughts fleeing
across it.
All they see
is a brain
(a little heavier than usual)
and the poet laughs
to see it
laughs
in the face of death
his words living
among the land
of tongues.
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