Là-bas Bleu
Across the fields
come the goatherds
shouting about some
new way of reading
the Bible, the Qu'ran
the Book Of The Dead
their willingness to call
one length of desire
the concentrated picture
and they who will not
turn a difficult page
who will screw their
faces at fiendish words
(maybe these same words)
want to sit me down
but time (and pain)
isn't a poet's problem
everything is the problem
why just last week when
I put the question to them
they laughed and laughed
they gave me more wine
they screamed at me it's
only the wind at the window
look out for fuckin' eagles
but watch your own feet.
© 2013 Rob Schackne
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