Where are the poets when you need them?

Where are the wordsmiths that cry out 

across the space-time continuum

from the future

to the present

in the market square

in the town halls

outside places of worship

in the middle of the street?

What will they say of the earth as it stands right now?

Will they weep with us?

Bury our dead with us?

Lift us up with their words?

Using the word of God to reanimate us

while dividing soul from spirit?

Will they lighten our burden?

Will they give us hope wrapped in sonnets and rhymes?

Will they?

Will they?

©Vivian Zems

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