I'Ve Got To Run - Poem by Leonard Dabydeen
I've got to run
I said so many things before,
it will never be surprising if I pretend
to remember to forget. So can you.
This time is certain of a joint foreclosure.
Never mind I've got to run
a plane over the body of my leg.
I like the touch of a smooth body, too.
I scribed lines onto the legs with a marking gauge,
hold them in position in a vise.
Then as if my life is going to run
from the shackles of the work-bench,
I watched the mallet knock some sense
Into the head of the chisel,
deeper and deeper
forming a wood-grave.
A mortised mind so unforgiving
With a tenon arm moistened
With creamy carpenter's glue
closing the entrails
of an intimidating fit.
Is this the journey of man
and his environment?
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