A DEAD MAN DIED TODAY

Commencer Do I rob a man his deathThat I may write a poem? Fin A dead bedlamite died here this day, Here, I am giving him respect, Learning about suitable flowers, Feeling needlessly. Madame, Il nest pas... Trying: to forget the absurdMourning a man I hardly knew, Memory: Faltering footsteps, Pity for dead men. Qoui? Que-ce-que vous dit? Or am I mourning those that mourn? Those always on the verge of touch, Mourn those who finally feel of: The futile reproach. Rien ne change. Mourn those sat in silent wasting, He had that um mental problem, Scream from old roofs It is too late! A mental problem. Mais maisNon! Mourn that he never got the chance? To pardon or be excused? Forgive that he was eloquent, A mental problem.

Rien ne change jamais. Is it because while he maddened, We put to one side thought his due? Now he be dead, it be too late? Dada! Much too late? Madame Je suis trs... Say: O why mourn a man long dead? This day, his death, an ending, aStark full stop to a long sentence, Pity for dead men. Que? Qu'est-ce qui est vous? Dsol? I mourn you that maddened as heMaddened, fed from you that fed you. Nothing changes. Nothing changes. Nothing changes. Nothing changes.