THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

The Old Undead of Poets
by Gordon Kuhn 12/12/14

And thus spake true the old undead of poets long forgot
as the grass they stood upon withered and the trees nearby did rot
for surely they had never ever thought
nor in this life had ever sought
the substance of less passion
for clearly was not their fashion
and this indeed was what left them freed
as the world about turned slowly to weed..