benevolent poets
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The balm of benevolent poets
soothes my throbbing fear
like meetings with bunny rabbits
in fields where men-are-not near
Yet how could he feel the earth
When his feet don’t meet with grief
lies buried in his trudging soul
gasping
panting shrouded screaming fleeing dreaming
drowsy, drifting, groaning,
moaning
muddy
dark sounds from the deep
heaving ocean floors
ache like ancient bones
And the octopus knows the colour
of the sounds that well-up from within
and bruise the loving hearts of men
and echo through the ground
and echoes through the ground
echoes through the women
echoes in the Earth
the stifled sound of grown men’s tears
comes roaring up to pound
iron flood gates forged
in childhood’s shame
Take these masks away from me
I need to feel my pain
and learn to love
and live to learn
and caress the little things
travel in the blue-green world
on sunlit pelican wings
and visit the soft places
where poets melt their gold
and visit the soft places
where poets melt their gold