It is said that death is an equalizer,

a neutral force that accepts and takes all -

it is life who is unfair,

apotheosizing some while denying others -

yet the words of dead poets

now fall upon deaf ears -

the dead are more connected to the earth

than the living,

resting there in-between roots,

sheltering in a sparrow's wing,

seeing through the eagle's eyes,

Yeats soars, Whitman adores, Baudelaire bemoans -

& yet we hear nothing, see nothing -

while I find myself most drawn to Poe,

who seemed to see the world as it was:

earthy, unfettered, terrible, full of horror,

& still made beauty.

                                                                  
ANJA KIDD is a non-degree seeking sophomore. Anja lives in Eagle River, where she quietly tends a garden when not fending off the snow. She writes when it strikes her.