Secret life

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)

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