the end of poetry month
also marks the end of
a poet a protester
a prophet a priest
those are not often
captured in one person
he was already in his forties
when I learned who he was
a pastor asking questions
that didn’t come up
in most baptist circles
by the time I was in my
forties I was growing
into becoming a poet
and more of a protester
not because I was angry
as much as I felt the
weight of these sad times
tonight feels heavy
a poet is dead
a prophet is dead
let us speak what we feel
and not what we ought to say.
(for Daniel Berrigan)
Peace,
Milton
this is built to last, as is he.
Thank you. My heart fell back when I saw the NYT headline. He was a poet and a prophet, and his like will not be seen again. I am grateful for his life.