Here you will find the Poem Year's End of poet Weldon Kees
The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the newer blood Streaked like a vein to every monument. The empty smoke that drifted near the guns Where the stiff motor pounded in the mud Had the smell of a hundred burned-out suns. The ceiling of your sky went dark. A year ago today they cracked your bones. So rot in a closet in the ground For the bad trumpets and the capitol's Long seasonable grief. Rot for its guests, Alive, that step away from death. Yet you, A year cold, come more living to this room Than these intruders, vertical and warm.