Poetry is Good for America
I’m writing away
The pain tonight
About something
I can’t explain.
About a man
That tried to do
The right thing
Long ago.
His actions then
His actions now
Will never ease that pain.
I’m writing away
The pain tonight
But the mud flows
From the rain.
I’m scrubbing hard
But nothing’s loose.
It won’t remove the stain.
I can’t remove the pain.
Stand up and say
What you must say.
You have your voice
Please don’t delay.
The transcendentalist mind
Knows God through nature
And sees what most won’t see
His masterwork, our planet Earth.
modern man —
a ruler both metric
and precise:
was it the weather
that cracked your
image or was it
yourself just
keeping face ?
What precise imperfection
Can we devise
To guide society’s division
And propagate lies ?