a grave

blood boiled up

a man in hatred drunk

was slain here for sinning

a man noone could atone

his empty house left alone

as chills can defy everything

unraveling

in the poets name dylan

here stood yesterday

played and was merry

happy but he did er

to take mothers age

rats in crevices crawl

and scatter their feces

smeared

as his piece of paper

also was undeserved

of such trite that to noone

meant nothing

ever a word

here the scarred broken man

did take his words bred of fire

and billiowed them his pen

and thus was slain

let no woman of might birth

start the cycle

and give birth

to a poet

peppered with pain