When he wasn't looking,
they tied rocks
to his soul
and laughed
when he walked away
from himself.
Unaware he was
soulless,
he gave birth to poems,
pursued justice,
protected a nation,
and held his wife's hand
from his youth
to the grave.
Soon after he died,
they found his soul
and mourned.
I still don’t know why.
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