Bill Knott
CORPSE AND BEANS, OR
WHAT IS POETRY?
I sit at my table and sometimes the question of poetry crosses my mind
For example
The man who one night ate a big plate of beans
Then got tired
Of everything and killed himself
Next day at the burial
Everyone said, What's that noise?
Was it poetry?
[wierszyk Billa Knotta (1940-2014) z tomu Auto-Necrophilia; The __ Poems, Book 2 skopiowałem ze strony Richarda Hella]