Fair, and upon reflection, I've done a similar thing before - withheld my opinion on a post because I wanted others'. I usually do this because I want to see if others will reach my same conclusions (or not) without me saying anything. So I can't fault the choice, exactly, but at the same time, I am interested in your opinion. So, allow me to read and comment and then hopefully, you will return the favor? I enjoy the structure and the minimalism of this poem. Some of the imagery is pretty strong and original and I think the last line/ending is well done - that's often a difficult spot (especially for me personally when writing) in poems. I can't say I'm entranced by this poem because in general I think I like poems like this to have a little "more" to them to hang on to. Right now it is a series of disassociated images that imply a shape. I think the poem loses itself a tiny bit (at least for me) both here: and here: With the second, I feel like there could be more force in the second line. I would delete "now" and the quotes and feel already the line is stronger. However, the poet probably finds these essential to the meaning of the poem. (I find I often look at poems and think about how I would change them. Sometimes it's a fun writing exercise.) With the first couplet, the lines are just a little beyond my grasp. I find I am spending too much time trying to make sense of them. "Where death is something you can fuck up" - suicide, a hospital? Am I reading too far into this? But, I am very fond of the ending, which I think ties the poem back together strongly enough that the weakness I feel in these lines can kind of be overlooked because of its force. As for reading posts and reading comments, I can't say I do either in a particular order. Depends on the post. Sometimes the thread comments convince me to read a link. Usually if it's a poem thing I would probably skim them first, but in this case (as you responded to me and in my sort-order my comment was top) I didn't proceed further before checking out the poem. just for, you know, sanctity or whatever.Where death is something you can fuck up
the broken heart rolls three blank dice.
Everything blushes but my ego
now dumbed down for “sleep.”