Ode To Denis Joe
Seems I heard that voice
In a pregnant leaf being raped by light
A contrite
Hum of satisfaction ... I could not exceed
The richness in a devastated land
You are a true post modern
And do not ask me what I mean
For I cannot describe what has never been
Before ... you were born
And men stole your words until you came
And set a quiet candle glowing
Beside your name
I write poems only for poets who owe the world
No explanation
But will pay anyhow
And tonight by lamp light I will read again
The mystery of your brain.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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