Monday, April 22, 2013
the only real question
WHAT IS A POEM?
Picture a man going from place
to place, finding a bone here,
a skull there, a chunk of stone,
a shard of plate, an old calendar,
a rusty bolt, a piece of cloth.
What is a poem but that.
What is a poem but that?
Four sparrows hop about in the backyard
near the path to the trashbarrel.
They pick scraps and bits off the ice.
Two blue jays come upon them,
and the sparrows don't hesitate to flee.
What is a poem but that?
What is a poem but that.
The man sees a murder one morning.
This is in America.
Another day he sits in a goverment office.
This is the place it happens.
Things happen. Murder
and waiting in government offices.
This is not a poem.
This is not a poem?
That man cannot be saved.
Everything must be saved brefore he will be.
He doesn't eat for days.
There is nothing to eat.
This is not a poem?
This is not a poem.
What is a poem? This is not a poem.
This is not a poem? What is a poem.
What is a poem but that?
What is a poem but that (...)
---SIMON ORTIZ
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