Poem

Poem

The soft moaning

of the girl

is that pain

or just the world?

Is there light

and is there shade

and who is who

for what is paid?

Is there darkness

is there fright

or do the meanings

make it right?

Shall we sit

awhile and blink

and let the light

absorb the ink.

On we live

from this to that

with prophets who

absorb the fat.

Shall we find

some way of knowing

beyond the moment's

burden flowing?

Tis not me

who knows a thing

a suit and tie

and wedding ring.

Shall we sit awhile

and think

and let the light

absorb the ink?

We were born

and so we live

and take what is

what is to give.