Epitaph No. 3
To be Carved on a Rock on a Hill in the Forest of Dennis
Felix Dennis (1947 - ? ) Poet • Publisher • Planter of Trees ‘ Mirabile Dictu ’ My friends were true, much wealth was mine, I toasted life in verse and wine — Luck haunted me, though none knew why: And now my trees spit in Death’s eye!
This poem is a work in progress. It is incomplete, unfinished and has not been revised. It is meant only to offer a glimpse into the notebook of a poet at work. Please do not post it onto other sites or publish it in any form. Thank you — Felix Dennis