THE POEM ITSELF

THE POEM ITSELF

structure here
is simplicity itself

dawn to dusk
birth to death

form
following function

maybe
you were lucky
enough to
live a war

even luckier
to have
    up down
all turned
around
   by revolution

maybe something
was quietly said, was
not felt
     but could only
have
been past
on

sealing the deal for
our entire evolution

the poem
     ending
             somewhere
in its music
                   between joy
and far less

form following
function
the structure here
simplicity itself