the way

there is no money in poetry
because poetry knows
if you asked me
money and greed are the source
of all evil
and poets die not because they can
but because their words
show them the way to an early grave
if they fail as souls

words
my friend
are suffering you carry to the very end
thus words of suffering
are what poets use
to paint
the pains of our sick
violent ways
words
serve to appease the grief and sorrow
of Unbearable
Silent
Void
we poets challenge
by being born
to languages confused
infinite
fundamental
ambush of maintenance