When A Poet Lies In The Graveyard Poem by Dorsey Baker

The poet's eyes
they are sad looking
because his nose
it smells
everything thats cooking
The poet's heart
its big enough
to feel a lot
and his body
it knows when the weather
is cold or hot

a burden so heavy
he must carry it around
he must be the one
to talk to the rain
when its falling down
its a gift and its a curse
for someone to have to
think so deep
got to be wide awake
when everybody else is
sound asleep
voices screaming like wolves
sound in the the poet's head
they will laugh
themselves to death
when the poet himself
is finally dead