A poem should be fresh
Pure flesh
And bone
It should be compressed
Be dressed
In stone
A poem should be full
And sharp
And soft
A poem should pull
And hark
And scoff
A poem should be magic
And tragic
And new
And a poem should be deep
And leap
And stew
But when a poem leaves
You begin to breathe
And quickly find
It’s infested your mind
Reflections 