They found him
Under the rushing
Torrent of poems,
Dashed to pieces,
But his face was intact,
Smiling like the Buddha,
And a note in his pocket:
'I'm trying to read
Every new poem
That comes through here.'
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-a-way-to-die-ode-to-poemhunter/
