He could have stayed silent,
Our poet of outrage.
Safe, secluded in his room,
Of books.
His words, his thoughts, his anger
Escaped to lesser minds,
Outside, where convenient
Stones lay.
Written for Magpie Tales. Sorry, I could find nothing funny in this sad indictment of violence.
Very profound.
ReplyDeleteThanks Chris.
DeleteFood for thought early in (my) morning. Good for me, I'm sure. Nice to see you up and about (online, that is)!
ReplyDeleteSurreal, Ford.
ReplyDeleteOur poet of outrage?? We need his words of protest, crave them.
ReplyDeleteI love outrageous poets! Your label gave me the giggles btw!
ReplyDeleteexcellent poem Stafford and very sad
ReplyDeleteSombre.I could only see a dark side too.
ReplyDeletenothing better than convenient stones for an outraged poet.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
I guess there are other interpretations of being stoned....
DeleteI like it!
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