You know how I hate crowds
I never knew that death had brought down so many
I wanted death to be just for me
As Keats was just for me
And Hendrix just for me
Artists famous for their deaths
As Aristotle earned fame for error
Among arrogant science students
Of course there must be billions dead I thought
But here I see only conceivable numbers
Vast to be sure
But any more than one
Is too many