u are at the helm

u are at the helm


of a library of wisdom undreamable
by even the most asute ghosts of yore

we are now all CASTING OUR NETS for words
SURFING newspapers plays comics movies poems & Pain

words they great they
play us like instruments
they have inspired agendas of their own
the savage grace
doesn't tell us we're praying
at the keys
until it is too late
& we're hooked on gaming and gonzo


all words are song
we are all practicing poets
singing for the living
singing for the dead
the forgotten
raped and torn
we

sing for their forgiveness

then quietly wait

for them to sing for themselves

and
we
at last
can learn to CHERISH THEIR SONG