That cliché, the Depressed Poet

the depressed words begin
in the beginnning
was the word
and it spoke
conversations


usefulness
pain has its uses.
it reminds me
at times
that i should be
grateful.


The depressed poet
Hope, my muse,
was dead
three days ago

he came to me
in his
shroud
and asked
that I kiss him farewell

but I had no strength
for even that.

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