After Otto Dix’s Poet Iwar von Lücken (1926)
who is he
this poet
who lived
diagonally to life
his brown suit
hanging in jowls
over his soft-
angled frame
a man who saw
beauty in the
yellow-rose bloom
of a beer bottle
why does he cleave
to a chair which
can’t hold him
upright & turn
his back on an angel
offering salvation
on the other side
of the window
somewhere
his poems
are buried in an
unmarked grave