Poems

In all of our science,
And all of our progress,
We forget our humanity,
And we forget all of our mess.

And that,
Is the work of a poet.

To put stars in our eyes,
Give it life,
And then write it.

Take every poem to be,
A lesson in humanity,
Confronted by screaming,
Inevitable mortality.

To practice poetry like medicine,
Makes not a surgeon,
But give a pen to a swordsman,
And they’ll make the conversion.

There’s just something about,
The condition of being human.
Where there is inspiration,
There will also be a poem.