The Dead Poet

At last the path runs straight

from his hovel to the skies

and the bolted postern gate

of the Western Paradise

where seven times seven

Immortals judge a throng,

admitting some to heaven

for the pittance of a song.

Timothy Murphy

From Very Far North, The Waywiser
Press, London, England, © 2002.
Reprinted by permission of the
author.