Poetic Divination

“Willy Loman” by Edwin Romond

After I hit 50
I stayed
in the back
of my room
during Death
of a Salesman.
Some mornings
it was too much to see
what comes
with the territory
of dreams
ringing up a zero
and I could not
let my class
catch their teacher
in tears
as you drove
your life
to a dead end
while I clutched
the script
like a mirror.