These New Poets

These new poets

Spin words like strands of silver

On golden tongues

Glue riveting sentences or chisel them

Into our minds

Raise radiance to heaven

Then drop their victim

And he crashes as an eternal shell into pieces

Preserved and pinned

Like the iridescent Blue Morpho butterfly

They take flora and fauna

Illuminate Nature’s elegance and bestiality

As the bud appears after the winter frost

Blooming into a blaze of color in summer

These new poets uplift

Authorize the art of erotic

With word pictures possess us

They manifest a revolution of norms

They describe the human desire to conquer

Evidenced in severed body parts, a random arm

Head staring blankly

And mass graves

Yet I love the poets’ rhythm

Sensitivity, perception

Their wake up call

Prophetic warnings

Vibrant world pictures

With exploding phrases

Stern philosophic soothsayers

They wield the glittering paintbrush

That creates your mirror

Shows you your own imperfections, beauty, savagery

 

Their language with twists and reflects

You may blast your euphemisms

Hold on tightly to your logic and your senses

While we, the egotistical poets

Are the conscience and irritants within

The b******s of language, full of paranoia

With revealing touch of truth

Dig deep into the hearts and minds

An irritant, a panacea