How do you make a poem true?
You make it a mirror of the unheard,
unsung, unshown wounds of the world.

How do you make a poem weep?
You make it a mirror of the unheard,
unsung, unshown wounds of the world
and then give it a mirror
to look at itself.

How do you make a poem fight?
You take all the unheard, unsung,
unshown wounds of the world
and say, ‘these are your children.’

01/06/2013

Posted on 01/06/2013
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