The librarian saw him changed
As dog eating poetry in mouth.
The ink dripped from its mouth
My God, he had been eating it,
Librarian liked no dog’s licking
Librarian liked no drool from it.
The librarian’s ship sailed away
And the dog’s too that drooled.
Their ships sailed into darkness.
You may mark his eating habit
Eating others’ poems in library.
Now not stranded, he is poetry.
Remembering the great poet of our time Mark Strand (1934-2014)