Poets
Poets, writing, writing all day
Through eternal Summers
Poets without readers.

After You’ve Gone
A saint? A sinner?
Shouty voices will decide
Unearthing anecdotes
Of goodness and hatefulness

You won’t be there. You’ll be gone
And they don’t know you. But
It won’t stop them. And
You won’t care but others might

They’ll know you by their anecdotes.