On The Death of Robert Lowell by Eileen Myles

O, I don’t give a shit. 
He was an old white haired man 
Insensate beyond belief and 
Filled with much anxiety about his imagined 
Pain. Not that I’d know 
I hate fucking wasps. 
The guy was a loon. 
Signed up for Spring Semester at Macleans 
A really lush retreat among pines and 
Hippy attendants. Ray Charles also 
once rested there. 
So did James Taylor… 
The famous, as we know, are nuts. 
Take Robert Lowell. 
The old white haired coot. 
Fucking dead.