I have always heard
an inner voice
speaking in rhythm.
The rhythm of
The American Grain.
Decades
of a truth too powerful
to hear so I
shut her mouth
to stop the flow.
Seeing everything and
what is not there,
what is inside of those bones.
Be a journalist, look
see the details
see what is missing?
The poem. That is the poem.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC
I have always heard
an inner voice
speaking in rhythm.
The rhythm of
The American Grain.
Decades
of a truth too powerful
to hear so I
shut her mouth
to stop the flow.
Seeing everything and
what is not there,
what is inside of those bones.
Be a journalist, look
see the details
see what is missing?
The poem. That is the poem.
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