Still Can't Believe, Part 1

Still can't believe

he's dead,

and was dead

before I ever read him,

although since I considered him

a classic novelist

from the moment I read him,

I suppose

it's only fitting.

Still,

I still can't believe

that he's dead.

Although

many people complain,

now,

somehow,

how many books

a dead author

has released

in the years

since his death.

They complain,

but I certainly never will

no matter how many more
there might be

or when it ends.

As morbid as this might sound

I would be happy 

if I died

before this happens.

That would be funny.

It really would.