Unbeleuchtet Grau, but a fitting end of day,  (Unlit grey)
Grim Reapers’ mort— Der Dichter ist für immer tot.  (The poet is forever dead)

Criticasters shout, “Poetry is dead— Tod für immer !”  (Death forever!)
Dreamt down; stripped of form, of action, futures,
—undiscovered heights.
Oh no! No! No! No! NO!

Bring him to! With yours/mine/our aesthetics
with purpose, ardent, godslike, unbridled—
Arise! Renew! Release! and Sound!


Mort is the note sounded on a hunter’s horn to signal the death of his chosen quarry.

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