The poet falls silent

Fallen for a third time

The poet falls silent

At the foot of his own cross

(Carried with fear & trembling) 

 

The poet falls silent

After a lifetime of speaking

Incredibly slow with fear

Hog-tied and twisted into joy

 

There was joy

But even so not enough

To captivate the hearts&minds

Of anyone with ears to listen

 

The poet falls

Silent