She died of alcoholism
Wrapped in a blanket
On a deck chair
On an ocean
Steamer

All her books of
Terrified loneliness

All her books about
The cruelty
Of loveless love

Were all that was left
Of her

As the strolling vacationer
Discovered her body

Notified the captain

And she was quickly dispatched
To somewhere else
On the ship

As everything
Continued just
As
She had written it