The page <br />white with rage <br /> <br />and tormented <br />with my words <br /> <br />somehow manages <br />to shrug them off <br /> <br />and return <br />to itself. <br /> <br />It stares <br />at me <br /> <br />a silence <br />then <br /> <br />tells me to: <br /> <br />“F*** off! ”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-poem-for-my-old-pal-al/
