WHEN POETS DIE

A drumroll can be heard
in the far distance…
an honor guard of past poets
escorts the new arrival —
at the head of the long column
is Langston Hughes.

–Heavenly greetings to you, Wanda,
your eloquent voice preceded you,
we knew of your talent and drive.

‘Thank you so much, Langston,
I feel so honored, and to be among the likes
of Neruda and Bukowski,
this is the pinnacle for me.’

The drumroll resumes —
Wanda is surrounded by well-wishers…
Barry Simons! Franceye! Scott Wannberg!
Bob Flanagan! Philomene Long! John Thomas!
Nicky Selditz! Joe Hansen!

‘Thank you, everybody, for welcoming me,
you’re all very special souls.’