They found him <br />Under the rushing <br />Torrent of poems, <br />Dashed to pieces, <br />But his face was intact, <br />Smiling like the Buddha, <br />And a note in his pocket: <br />'I'm trying to read <br />Every new poem <br />That comes through here.'<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-a-way-to-die-ode-to-poemhunter/
