Cumins is for ever

Cumins is ,for ever ,at comings
And goings,a lover of humanity
Poem maker in the lap of death.

He doubles “e’ as in a  “screetch”
But is highly under-capitalized,
Holding secret life in his pants.

He holds a secret of all of them,
Making poems in a death’s trap
Making poetry up like  woman.

(On reading a poem Humanity I love You by e.e. cumins)

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