The Dead Poet Poem by Leslie Philibert
The Dead Poet
My poem has fallen off the page
Now sitting stupidly with a big dodo smile
Now sinking at waving at salty feet.
Not even asleep as a halved apple
But pushed in an oven like a poetess
Too ugly to show its dripping mother
Taken out in a shiny metal dish.
I have not lost my life
because I don`t have one;
A dog full of spit
With floating eyes
Barking at passing cars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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