poetry form

pharaoh, king of egypt's land
did you ever hear of
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
the ships are lying in the bay
the earth keeps some vibration going
the stars fell from heaven
melancholy days have come
to some the fat gods
she must go back, she said
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
sleep, gray brother of death
i despise my friends more than you
when i was a boy at college