she died of alcoholism <br />wrapped in a blanket <br />on a deck chair <br />on an ocean <br />steamer. <br /> <br />all her books of <br />terrified loneliness <br /> <br />all her books about <br />the cruelty <br />of loveless love <br /> <br />were all that was left <br />of her <br /> <br />as the strolling vacationer <br />discovered her body <br /> <br />notified the captain <br /> <br />and she was quickly dispatched <br />to somewhere else <br />on the ship <br /> <br />as everything <br />continued just <br />as <br />she had written it<br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carson-mccullers/
