p.

He was like one of your poems,
with his great strength, his robust
health, his blond hair, his cheerfulness
& contentment, his universal good
will & his silent manly ways
he was a youth hard to match
& to know him was to love
him; He was murdered by
an old doctor. He had the
typhoid fever & the old fool
bled him twice. He lived to
wear out the fever, but had not
strength to rally. He was out of
his head nearly all the time. In
the morning as he died in the
afternoon Smith was standing
over him when Charlie put up
his arm around Smith's neck
& pulled his face down to him
& kissed him. Smith said he