Poetry is

Poetry is
A kind of trench warfare
Between comprehension
And apprehension
Where words
Become snagged
On barbedwire
In a blasted no man’s land
Of mud laden meaning
And die screaming
Through the darkness
Of night

 

John Bowers © 2017

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