and like the dead

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a correspondent wrote bitterly:

 

"in your last book

you had 43 poems

which either talked about

death directly

or referred to it

in an

oblique manner . . . "

 

I folded his letter

neatly

and placed it on the

pile

with the 

others

 

and like the 

dead 

didn't 

reply. 

 

- Charles Bukowski