Write me a poem. Use the words you were born with, The words you grew up with, The words you speak everyday of your life.
Don't bring me a rose from a garden you did not grow. Better the thick green stalk of a **** Grown wild and unbidden Behind the steps of your back porch. Better a handful of parched grass Plucked fitfully from your own lawn.
Write me a poem And let me hear your voice. Unsmooth, raucous, Irritating as the sound of a rusty tricycle trundling by.
Let me see your face. Scarred and uncared for, Unwashed and unshaven, Tender and sad.
Write me a poem And deliver it to my mossy grave With a ragged bunch of flowers Planted and picked by your hand And read me your words.
I WILL LISTEN.
And beneath the earth And upon the winds And across the seas I will sound my applause In the song of the tiny sparrow As she flies forever home.