Bring in all the poets

 

their flesh

with broken steps and gestures

with their lives and suffering

that live the poems

with a large swoop

scoop them up in a loose net

bring in all the poets

kiss them

love them

passionately

breath their intensity

ingest it into yourself

bring in all the poets

those that touch you

those that affect you

those who pound into you

make your heart beat fast

those who make your blood boil

bring in all the poets

that are just underneath the surface

on the edge

around the corner of your suppressed impulse

bring in all the poets

with your trumpet blow their brains out

with kindness

play with them

sing all aloud simultaneously

in the same movement

scream from the wounds of the earth

bring in all the poets

their verse makes you alive

awakens the music

that has been lying dormant

within you for centuries

that stirs the slush the muck the mud

that makes the tributaries and arteries

clog up impure

bring in all the poets

and together let them

mow down the oppressors the terrorist

who try to hold us all in check

who make us punch the time clock

who tell us what to think and feel

bring in all the poets

bring them fast

before it is too late

before the bomb is invented

that will eat the whole world up

bring in all the poets

who are all colors

who have been hidden

who can transform

and transcend

the limitation

this muted striving

look to the day

when their poem

will be loved lived and felt

when their need to express the poem

will be silenced

when the abundance

will be the orgasm the climax the oxygen

bring in all the poets

that will overtake the galaxy

the universe

when their stanzas

and rhymes

and couplets

will resonate from star to star

bring in all the poets

stretch and send them to

bangladesh to bosnia

to new york

to los angeles.

to europe

bring in all the poets

have a beer with them

or a glass of juice

share a sandwich

do not look for a resting

bring in all the poets

until you feel the winding down

the reverse

bring in all the poets

pull their words out of books and pages

pull them off

send them back to the poets’ pen and fingers

back inside his brain and extremities

send the verses back into his body

let him absorb them all at once

and start again

let him go back in time

become a child

go back further still into the womb

back inside his father before sperm

united with his mothers egg

let him go back further still

till beyond the beginning

bring in all the poets

until you are

the awareness of the one poet

the wild untamed land of the self

the unconscious where we all merge

and unite

cross and intersect

bring in all the poets

what can evolve

what can we become

bring in all the poets

on surfboards

in churches

and synagogues

in mosque’s

and train stations

in hindu and buddhist temples

bring in all the poets

all the rhythms

voices

sounds

pulverize them crush them

crumble their bones into ashes

put new wine into the vessels

route new blood in the veins

let them come up with a plan for peace

a way to

dissolve destruction

bring in all the poets

hang them out to dry

turn their pockets inside out

speak their poems out loud

record the percussion

the wind tones

the sheer force

of all the words

expanding

throbbing

bring in all the poets

the ones who hurl their poems

like a javelin

like a spear

like the shot

out of a bazooka

let them pierce you

with their loaded weapons

their images and thoughts

until you are healed

go into every crevice

every bloodstream

reverse their ignorance

stop them before they stop you

bring in all the poets

to the banquet

rejoice

shake

tremble

weep

dance the ecstatic galactic symphony

let it penetrate into every pain

every marrow

every cell

every tissue

until there is no one left

until there are no more wars

and there is no more hatred expressed

bring in all the poets

©.2010
Stephen John Kalinich