A star has fallen, from the sky
A poet’s life, has just flown by
I saw it plummet, watched its plume
It hit the earth, to meet its doom
A sudden blaze, a flash of light
Its aura arched, into the night
Its light then dimmed, I saw it die
A cry arose, and I know why
The words this soul, would have produced
Will now fall silent, and not be used
BOEMS BY JA 439

WHY ARE POETS LEAVING.... HP