Poem

Poem, listen to me Why are so much like the wind I cannot tell how you come Or where you will go Tell me, where have you been? Feelings like ice melted into words By fires of thought My thought was only a friction of words I did not on purpose make the fire. My friends are annoyed With the wild company you keep Tropes all of them And we just wanted meaning To know the world with nothing between I have been searching for words In the essence of things ... ever since he spake And reality sprang up ... including trees Before whose majesty I tremble at the knees Poem, listen, why are so profound? My friends say you are deep You know they mean you are complicated And I have nothing to do with it I am a simple mind abused by every language What kind of mother would abandon her child Amidst the awe and thunder of lightning My manhood is forged without milk I am fed on inadequacy's inebriating wine Who are you, anyway, poem Cogitating like an old philosopher Playing with metaphors like a boy Will play with his girl in the park Running around the frightened larks Your fractured feathers limp in my silence My heart has taken a thousand flights with you Where tornadoes bend the soul until its taut Then like a guitar string I sing my pain Into the cup that takes joy to the world Poem, how do you turn my feelings into words When I have no tongue Since SS. Jesus brought Babel to my shore For how many pieces of silver is my culture sold Who told you worth thirty pieces of gold? Poem, you must listen to me I have been listening you all my life Like coming footsteps on evening pavement Like the snore of waves upon the shore Retire me to simplicity, the way we were before I saw the flaming sword and cried ever since