the end of poetry month
the end of poetry month
also marks the end of
a poet a protester
a prophet a priest
those are not often
captured in one person
he was already in his forties
when I learned who he was
a pastor asking questions
that didn’t come up
in most baptist circles
by the time I was in my
forties I was growing
into becoming a poet
and more of a protester
not because I was angry
as much as I felt the
weight of these sad times
tonight feels heavy
a poet is dead
a prophet is dead
let us speak what we feel
and not what we ought to say.
(for Daniel Berrigan)
Peace,
Milton
