Autopsy of a poet

To dissect a poet, is to open his pages and read.

look at his vital organs.

how did life make him bleed?

my autopsy will reveal emotionally,

physically, ironically.

shut the book and know.

this is how I read.

scribbled out, crossed out, left out.

this is my autopsy.

in pencil and in ink

I've bled every word I write.

Bob Jenkens 

if it bleeds it leads