Death Of Ernest Hemingway Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

Oh! what a valiant animal
To have done good with living
He to this age doubted still to have gone
The world has bequeath many-fold a wisdom
some conspired, if a non-married he was
That bullet would not have won that morning
Ow! good Hemingway so trusted and loved your assassin
Even traveled the world in paired vestige
Rooted voracious narrations in her honor
Still she loved you for a vicious cause
Spare me the marriage a genus of hemlock
Good Hemingway could not have known that he vowed to erazor
Of his soul and vestured a scene with foolish suicide
I am yellow with anger yellow for his death
A death unworthy to have occurred