Song of Being by Grant Tarbard

In the pursuit of truth a poets health
is sacrificed. Be not for gray cage rest,
be not here, invigorate your death as
that is your true state, a beggar kneeling
on the street in a soil palette, be not
for hellos and goodbyes measured within
the hands of sleep. Be for the lovers that
wrinkle each other perpetuating
divinity. The books I read are latched
as the words have to be clutched to the page
crumbling in colonial syllables,
my ink is spiced with age and waiting rooms.
Be for tearing the pictures from the walls,
be for confiding in a lovers kiss.

Grant Tarbard

Grant Tarbard is internationally published. His collection As I Was Pulled Under the Earth, published by Lapwing Publications, is available now.

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