Dead Idols

Talking to one of my fellow classmates, I hear her say

She saw one of her favorite poets the other day

at the museum.

I reply, "I envy you.

You get to meet your favorite poet in person;

All my idols are dead."

Names like Herrick, Donne, and Eliot

Sieve through people's minds and settle

On the floor.

Smoldering ash collecting on the floor of society.

I alone am left to pick up the pieces.