Dead Idols
Talking to one of my fellow classmates, she says She saw one of her favorite poets the other day at the museum. I reply, "I envy you. You get to meet your favorite poet in person; All my idols are dead." Names like Herrick, Donne, and Eliot Sieve through people's minds and settle On the floor. Smoldering ash collecting on the floor of society. I alone am left to pick up the pieces. Sign in to see full entry.