What is it we look for?
Truth?
Does truth live there- seeping in
like pollution, soot and smoke and asbestos
from the policy-makers
the PA systems- the voice of the people
infects poets' brains like a terrible, beautiful cancer
so what they have written and said-
-despite intention- says something
that is more than the weight of it's letters
More to who? To the world, to the word--
not to the one
to the one, it means more to mean
just what it says-
the silence between does not cry foul
to the great wide sky
but whisper breathy words that aren't,
in frozen green.















Comments