Elegy for My Father, Who Is Not Dead

Well another poem that I think tries to grab some readers with a little shock value. The title seems to me to just be a tool to get people to actually read the poem and I guess its worked since here I am reading it (even though I am forced to the point is still valid.) I've noticed lots of poets like to talk about death. What is it with poetry and death? I mean I get that death is a big topic but other forms of literature don't seem to focus so much on it. Here's my theory; since poetry is a dumb form of literature when people get depressed from death they write poetry, makes sense to me.