Sunday, July 03, 2005

"What Good is Poetry?"

It buys us nothing, will not
fill empty bellies bloated
with endless promises
or excise a bullet
from an accidental wound,
unravel time to force
the trigger to untrip.

But it is the copper penny
spent, redemption
from the poverty of language
that sucks marrow from the bones
of our misfortunes.

The only thing of value
I can offer.

ljcohen 2005

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