the famous poet dies,
and becomes
even more famous,
they set
off to study his belongings.
his desk,
his room,
his books.
his loves
and dislikes.
did he put his pants
on, like
you or I?
they dissect him with a knife
deciding what
made him tick,
and yet
still have no clue,
missing always what's
unsaid between
the lines.
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