Give Me Poetry or Give Me Death

Give me poetry or give me death,

where slanted literature bends the literal.

Where canticles supplant cadence.

Let loose of the linear

for a few lines.


Let us cool our feet in a psalm.

Let us clear our head with a couplet.

Let us step back from the world

and its human distortions

for a bit of clarity.


Ah, for heavens’ embroidered cloths;

An evening spread out against the sky.

All grasses sing, tone on clear tone.

Lead us beside the still waters

for a few breaths.