I Speak For Earth



Poets would lay their scheme to the wind
for a blustery blow would await them
when, as they defiantly tried to claim you,
your essence overshot their expectations…
…by light-years.

“A planet only!” all poet-skeptics would disclaim
and harumph to all who are in eye and earshot
saying further, ‘she’s nothing until We notice’
then with words they will tear her down…
… just to build her up.

Satisified not until all that’s a living-green is a burnt-orange
and dead leaves aren’t the only ones in the trash-pile
the wordsmiths wrench each word of its ever-meaning
and left only is the skeletal remains of a language…
… yet not spoken to anyone, by anyone.

04/14/2003

Posted on 04/14/2003
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