Okay, well,

this is an early poem of mine.

It was just in my second collection, and it's a villanelle, so it's a fixed form, and it is metrical with a lot of substitutions of the metrical feet, but it's not rhymed as a very classic villanelle would be, and it's called Coma.

Mr. Halvaty.

Larger than life he was.

Too large to die, so they wired him up on a bed.

Small as a soul he is on the mountain ledge.

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