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Back in the void
in the emptiness of myself
my poetman is asleep
refusing to awake
being neglected he neglects
My typist is on his side
together they call out
"oldman,
clumsy fingers,
it is too late"
Having missed the boat
we are huddled under a bark
in the void.

Irwin R. Shaw - April 9th 1987