“Rather why not write a poem yourself – ”
I said with a wan smile; the shadow-mass gave no reply;
I gathered it is after all no poet – but a mounted narrator
On manuscript, commentary, notepad, ink and pen
Enthroned – no poet – unageing, undecaying
Professor; Toothless – helpless mucus-drip from eyes;
Pay a thousand rupees a month – another thousand and a half
Obtainable by picking dead poets’ flesh and worms,
Although these poets food, love, fire’s warmth
Had sought – had thrashed about in the shark’s wave.
PhD > Writing, Consciousness, Arts, Translations
