Poets

Poets are packrats 
and magpies, 
scavengers and gravediggers. 
They are ghosts 
that haunt themselves 
with melancholy and murder 
—metaphorically— 
martyring themselves 
for selfish selfless reasons. 

Poets are liars 
and madmen, 
lunatics and 
Shakespearean fools. 
They are Ezekiel, 
describing wheels within wheels 
with Cassandra’s voice. 
they are noble born vagabonds 
and working-class kings. 

Poets are blind bards 
describing the divine 
as seen with their soul. 
They whisper thunder 
and shout silence, 
listening only 
to that still soft voice 
that rides on the wind. 
                           11/5/21