Poems That Cut Poem by Nia Schexnider

I read a poem the other day and I thought about the words,

The words, the rhythm, the meter and the rhyme,


The ancient whisper, from an ancient time.

The little girl who made it stop,


Not knowing what she was doing,

But she didn't care.


It was a poem that cut,

It cut the words to describe it out of my mouth.


It shocked my nerves, it shocked my mind,

They were words without meaning, hope or time.