in 1941

Sherwood Anderson died from complications
caused
by swallowing a portion of a
toothpick.
this is hardly a dramatic way
to go.

he was one of my
idols.

most of my others
died in more stirring
fashion
as if to appendage their
work
with major
applomb.

but Anderson
one of the most simple and
human of
men
died in a simple and
human
way.

it counts just as much
as the
others
even though left out
of the
thesis
of most English
majors.

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