Poet: 2010 Poem by DM W

He who salvages the forgotten word
From the dark catacombs of history:
Who captures the sacred, golden moment;
Otherwise doomed to fade into obscurity.

Who paints flesh pink the pale skeletal bone
Of squalid life: adding form & beauty;
Who speaks for the voiceless: all the caged birds
Singing sweetly, longingly, for the right to be.

Who traces the sordid particular
And endows it with soft divinity;
Who anticipates the future age in verse;
Formed from fiery trials of experience.

Who liberates thought dreams from their prisons
Of rigid mind set & prescribed duty;
Who charts the rise and fall of human gods
And murky trails of idolatry.
He alone who documents the dull groans
And silent prayers of flawed humanity.