March Poems, No. 60

MARCH POEMS, NO. 60

The poet had been
A victim of sociability,
Associated,
Agreed with the lies that everybody spoke,
Found his life as empty
As empty as the empty lives he was among.
He did not want to spend his life alone,
But not to be alone he must accept sociability.
So the poet decided to accept loneliness,
Stay alone, drink wine, die alone.


Duane Locke

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