In reference to Tony Hoagland's "Sweet Ruin."
If silence is suffocating you
and you have to break something-- make it
chains. Let that be your noise. Someone
else's chains. There's more than enough
to go around.
Quit stepping on harmless sticks. Throw down
a plate-glass window and free
the mannequins. Take a hammer
to a crate full of endangered animal parts. Yes, ape,
throw rocks-- we have that urge for a reason!
Pick your targets. Worthy breakage
is never far to seek. Splintered iron-- now that's
sweet ruin.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Monday, June 04, 2012
Against Sweet Ruin
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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