How Men Die
Jack Preston King

Overwrought. Which may be a sign of a larger problem. Word worship is not a universally shared religion.

And though self-pity in a poem, as in any utterance, is always an option, nearly always it’s unbecoming, powerless to effect change.

I sincerely hope you reconciled if your poem was a true reflection of your wife’s and your condition.

And if it wasn’t true, but merely poesy, may it never become so. Don’t publish yourself into a corner.

(Written 20 years ago? Feeling better?)