[To the poets that have fled]
To the poets that have fled
Trees; hands upthrust in tattered black lace mitts
Two thousand years are dust and dream
We have sweat our share
We may dream of what hath been
We throw cold ashes on the stair
What if the sun comes out
What is the office of the first hour?
What time the wily robin tuggeth the worm
What, what, what
When the first larks began to soar
Where is the word of Your youth and beauty
Wind is an old wine, comrade
You, my friend, who are dead and will never awaken
You say it's this or that
[And how am I to convince you...?]
And how am I to convince you if you aren't here to
Convince?
Look you've won a Ghost Town
Which left some hours ago
Yes my captain, I
Was there
But what's the use of being pretty If I won't get better?
I want to be younger than I am
I am about to recite a psalm I know
And you will know what I told you is true
When another subway came I crawled on
I am going to fail light and stars and tears
Winsome Beers lives in the Boston area. Her chapbook And how am I to convince you? was recently released from The Bunny Collective.