The Hemingway to Write

Hemingway is known for his terse style and his radical expatriate lifestyle, but not for his poetry. His use of language does not lend itself to verse, but he gave it a shot. Most of it is poor, and cynical, but I like this one:

Montparnasee
by Ernest Hemingway

There are never any suicides in the quarter among people one knows
No successful suicides.
A Chinese boy kills himself and is dead.
(they continue to place his mail in the letter rack at the Dome)
A Norwegian boy kills himself and is dead.
(no one knows where the other Norwegian boy has gone)
They find a model dead
alone in bed and very dead.
(it made almost unbearable trouble for the concierge)
Sweet oil, the white of eggs, mustard and water, soap suds
and stomach pumps rescue the people one knows.
Every afternoon the people one knows can be found at the café