Bury a Poet

When you bury a poet

There's so much poetry lost

The wind and the rain weep

And the sun shines to dry their tears

But dew drops are left behind

Like an unfinished sonnet

Where the words trail off

And the pages wither

Just like the body 

His body of text beneath the Earth

That shakes because

When a poet is burried

There's less poetry in the world