THE POEM ITSELF

every poem
is a death knell,
death sentence

at one
and the same time, in
the same
breath

a wake up call and
astounding catalyst

so much ambivalence,
duality, simultaneity

helpless but to learn
how to coalesce

left lying around, unheard,
unfigured upon

waiting to be noticed
notice itself

Published by Damian Garside