Second Edit: To Emerging Poets

[nozaki]

To Emerging Poets

This is your place, hidden beneath words
that sit quietly like flowers--I don't think you need quietly, it's already invoked. However quiet words is an interesting oxymoron. 
atop a gravestone,
bulky with an extended epitaph.--this line feels... bulky to me, sorry. I think you could expand slightly on this, cut extended for me. What kind of epitaph, for whom? suggestion: --caught (up) by an epigraph that refused to die. 
Of course, you were just drunk.--would cut just.
Eyes bloodshot from blacking out,
mouth dry from metaphor,--favorite line in this stanza, no coincidence it marks change in direction too. 
one hand stained, while the other--stained with what? not ink, surely. 
is clean as unused paper.

This is your place, a piece of you--would cut a. 
resting between pages, stiff, dry,--stiff is good enough, but dry just feels too obvious for paper. cool, sharp, crisp? laconic, sardonic? 
small part of something grander,--suggestion: grandeur (around) all of you, 
missed the moment it fell out.
Your skin becomes sensitive to breezes,--breezes feels awkward, is it the plural maybe? 
fingers desperate to know any touch,--lovely line. 
brain imagines ironies where others--technically, I believe, it is whereas. 
see only what is there.--what is there seems flat, not quite the right counterpoint to ironies. 

This is your place, reserved at the head table,
speeches describing your contribution,--contributions, more likely. 
wine sweet as anesthetic, applause louder
than a mother comforting her dead son.--oof, this is an unexpected line. For me, the abrupt subject change cuts the impact a bit. 

overall, a really nice piece. hope you work with it a little, because i look forward to seeing the next version.