I have a friend larger than life--
Grim ogre; gracious giant; lip-curling, heavy-browed gargantua,
Whose soul is twice his size,
A poet who
In one rash impassioned instant threw his soul into the trash,
The only copy of his poetry.
He kept his being within himself--
His deep thoughts would never know some poetry-lover's shelf.
From his lips would never part
The silenced secrets of his heart.
No one ever know his lack or art.
Never would he run the risk
To hear some critic's tsk-tsk-tsk,
Or taste the sweet kiss