.	a belated touché for d.a.levy by Kent Taylor you can watch the ones who didn't move fast enough they are dying & they are called Poets -- d.a.levy Antares guided you homer the month of the day of the dead 1968 when you stumbled into your shadow no one was quick enough to keep the sun overhead in Cleveland two thousand miles and sixteen Novembers west the night still yields reluctantly i only see what your shadow covered at noon a bloody flag left as a bookmark inscribed fuck it goodbye