Last novel, he finally announced
the end of the line,
that critical spur most public
figures walk away from.
Fame, the question of what comes next,
is less a job one can leave
than proof that one sees the world
a certain way, something illogical
Each year, deliver with death
summer, inspiration, story;
act as missionary to the struggle to survive
of human mortality through the lens
of ultimate death, there is nothing left
to write that he will like.
[NOTE: Found/blackout poem crafted from a TIME article titled “Full Stop,” as written by Daniel D’Addario about readers feeling the void when great writers decide to retire.]