Thursday, January 12, 2017

To Keep, to Make

"There's a part of me / that's like a kite cut loose, like Noah's raven / that know's it ain't going back --"

To leave. As far as we're aware
There is no etymology
In any language family

In which the word for poetry
Meant anything like departure.
The Greeks had their architecture,

The Scythians had their archers,
The Chinese their power and their way.
Who would name poems for what they say,

Their forever going away?
When we weld chains of words we square
Air with iron doors of nowhere.

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