poets
I don’t understand the poets who dig for their hearts
twisting in the coils of their own undoing
or, perhaps I do, for I’ve been there
but pain for the sake of rendering it
as proof of having lived it…
You will live and die posed and postured or not
Go stand on tables and rant
thumb your nose at convention
and go for what can be felt
with your utter resolve
moths against the flame
No one said courage and understanding sleep together
Go ON! dig for you heart…tear it out and stamp it
stamp it until its dead
but there will still be poverty and children and love
and people will still live and die outside
with their simple heroisms unsung and unseen….
gallagher
24 jun 84
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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