Philosophical Mutations! Poem by keith brown

Letters are so small,
Yet! so much can hide behind
Perhaps a broken heart? Or
Warped and twisted mind?

Letters form the words,
We place upon the page, the
Poets only task?
Those words to re arrange!

The pen they say is more
mighty than the sword.
A barb of light, an inkling
In each and every word

Churchill, Kennedy, Martin Luther king!
The war of word's still rage's.
The authors one desire
Manifestation of the page's.

Philosophical mutation,
Word's re-arranged upon the page.
Mystical imagining's
Scribed out by the sage.