Let me read one more sample.
This is the poem called "In the End."
He likes titles like ends, he has it on his mind.
And this is a little fable.
"I can't stand it," said the old man
and carefully shut the door behind him.
The boy, still barely visible, was growing smaller
at the end of the alley.
"Everything goes," said the old man, "in the end,
pain has its way."
He turned then and slept.
And only one little finger preparing to set out
whispered to itself, so much, and so much, and so much more.
But the cockroach spat and said in its bitter tongue, "what's
done is done."
Well, that's Nathan Zach.