A Poem


Not starting from scratch,

Go back gently to the ancient giants,

Have a tête-à-tête,

& feel their rage in the wilderness.


If you think they speak

In difficult words & complex rhymes,

Do not shun their company—

Be patient,

Listen to what they have to say,

Feel the desolation,

The broken heaps of words.

Feel the dead men speaking,

& the ghosts preaching.


If you do that,

You’ll know what poetry really is:

It is us hearing ourselves better.

You’ll acquire the gifts of words

& enjoy life, or maybe endure it.

But that doesn’t matter—

What matters is—

You’ll never look like a jackass

The next time you write or read

A poem.


Twitter @bibek_writes


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