[ On Poetry ] Cause Of Death

 
He wasn't one for spilling his guts  
formed fully or flowing freely  
over brim of coroner's scale  
falling in trailing guise of Pome  
weighted with dis'ease belated  
splattering verse a'tiled floor  
 
until she came along, excavating
song from his cadaverous
existence so cavernous
during painstaking though
painfully slow vivisection  
 
deftly with a scalpel dulled from  
circumstance