But Me I Am... Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

But Me I Am...



When I die, what will not stop:
To dry a falling tear,
To mourn the passing of a star,
To curse that curs-ed year?

And when I live, what will I be:
An always sticky stain:
A legend known for all I do-
Or another dropp of rain?

But when I am, but me I am-
A life- sick, sullen boy;
With words in mind, depleting time;
And ink here for a toy.

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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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