Whoever you are, or think you maybe
I am afraid for you:  you need to
Develop an interest in life: stop living in the Shadow
Of the dead Poets: There were here and now there are gone
We are here: think of the changing fall foliage, think of how

We smile as they match our mood and clothing
Autumn came and welcome us with the beautiful colors
Suddenly, winter came they fall to the ground
However, we capture their images in our mind,
As we Paint its likeness on canvas:  Now they’re gone:
The Poets is dead, yet you long for them to be resurrected

Are you ready for the sequel?
Are we ready for reading the room?
Are we ready for some modern concrete poetry?