Let Be Let Let Poem by Julia Luber

I went several decades without writing a poem or a book.
When I returned, I supposed I felt like I had earned it.
And wrote thirty three or so of a saga series. I just could
not stop with all of my fictional theories. Moses killed
Heather and now I forget who killed Benchley? What was
her name again? That prison guard who escorted Moses
to the fateful night. The light shone over the snow. Mrs.
McDonough was killed as well, and Mr. McDonogh committed
suicide, his blood like an ink blot for a snow bird in the
forest where they gathered. I'd rather forget for awhile.
I am in debt to edit all of it for awhile. And I am in debt.
Let be let let.