About Poetry – A Poem

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I can’t write poetry about my poetry,
But I know this: I never want to bleed for my poetry.
I’m happy to cry for it, run for it, live for it,
But I never want to die for it.
Does this mean I am a second-class poet?
Not to be counted in the national poet census?
To have my poems stolen and brought up someone else as their poems?
To be branded uncivilised and culled for the purity of future poets?
No, that’s the wonder of poetry.
I can be apathetic about it and still be happy
To cry for it, run for it, live for it,
But never want to die for it.
But in twelve lines I’ve again proved myself wrong.
I can write poetry about my poetry.

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