Painting: All Souls’ Day: Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller and Franz Skarbina
A small tale in poetry form. A poet has died, and a lady comes seeking him... too late. He has the poet's usual reward... an unmarked grave and a blank spot in the memories of his peers.
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Where Have You Buried The Poet? By Donovan Baldwin
"Where have you buried the poet?"
Asked the lady solemn and grave.
"Madam, we're sad to tell you,
There wasn't that much to save."
"Where have you buried the poet,
Where does his headstone stand?"
"Madam, we're sorry to tell you,
He's not buried in holy land"
"Where have you buried the poet,
Serene valley or pleasant hill?"
"Madam, we don't remember him,
Since his pen's been so cold and still."
"Where have you buried the poet,
His bones, where are they interred?"
"Madam, all that remained was a box
Of his papers with every word."
"Where have you buried the poet?
I've come far to honor his name."
"Madam, we've all forgotten,
And there's only ourselves to blame."
March 15, 2021
Copyright Donovan Baldwin
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