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