I Anonymous

Do not believe Tithonus wished to go.
Romeo too was fake.
The poet did not mean to take
the hemlock. Columbus was terrified
as the least and stuttering novice at his side.
Franklin flew his kite
and prayed. Voltaire, over-bright,
tried to parry it
with wit. Shelley was an accident
and thereby went
only a little quick.
Many name Love the trick,
and Eliot joined the Church but ages anyway.
Lenin lies in wax.
The collected volume lacks
the active pen of Yeats.
I more anonymous and alive, to their all a small tithe,
share with identical fear their desperate great straits.

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