Cumins is ,for ever, at comings
And goings,a lover of humanity
Poem maker in the lap of death.
He doubles “e’ as in a “screetch”
But is highly under-capitalized,
Holding secret life in his pants.
He holds a secret of all of them,
Making poems in death’s trap
Making poems up like woman.
(Reading a poem Humanity I Love You by e.e.cumins)