by Mike Meraz
Rome burns,
America burns,
I burn...
I think
if we all just
reserved ourselves
for that special calling
we were meant to do
that unique voice
that burns inside
every one of us
we would all be better off,
rather than prostituting ourselves
to every whim and person
who calls our name.
mira,
this poems for you.
Rome Burns was originally published by Chiron Review
3 comments:
Mike,
Love the opening. It sets us up well for what follows. This is anotehr solid offering.
-Duane
amazing how easy it is to get off track. good poem
I am wondering without criticism but out of interest, what separates your poetry from prose?
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