The Dead Poet’s Case File
Ok, I admit it:
I’m a sucker for another
burned out poet’s epitaph,
but I’m telling you – this is
as close to confessional
as it gets around here.
I’m warming to her –
inclined to take her side
while she doubles
as reality celeb by day
and muckraker by night –
it’s a well devised ruse
to throw us off the scent;
probably Givenchy or Dior.
I’m looking into her ex:
he’s hoodwinked himself
into thinking she’s another –
a doctored identikit photo
acting as a perfect foil
to his own self grandeur.
His moth eaten alibi
will never stand up –
it’s case re-opened:
I’m pushing for a conviction
and I don’t care who knows it.
And oh to see his face
when her posthumous lyrics
hit the book review pages.
©️ Orion Foote
Visions of Orion Poetry 