The Sect Of Our Own Poetics Poem by RIC BASTASA

we were never the
poets in their list

at their dinner party
they shake their heads

they rule and they
lay down the rules

their laws are theirs
and we are the outlawed ones

but who cares?
there's too much war

on words already
there's just too many

who died and who pretended
they died

as we sail on our waters
we continue to sing with

our paddles our boats
arriving somewhere on

a land where we put our
feet again and run and run

around this island now
which we name as our own

here the sun shines for us
and for us, too, all alone.