The only poem worth writing

The only poem worth writing is the
one to be discovered after the death
of the poet. The only poem worth
writing is written on the obelisk and
never in the life of the life,
do you understand?

The only poem worth writing is the
life in which the poem is written.

The only poem worth writing is not
written with the quill but written
with moments on the daily pages of
the life but not any life, only the
life whose fingers sifted soil.

The only poem worth writing is
written along the lines of the scars
in the ink of blood with the quill
of broken fingers with words
drawn from the abyss of the
death of deaths and the birth
of births.

The only poem worth writing is the
man selling agua de caña cranked
out from the stalks bound to
his side. 

The only poem worth writing collapses
beauty upon itself and eats its organs
to become another poem, another poet
feeding on its bones, its liver, its heart
for no useless dream but only to
do what it does and end where it ends.

- Les Blough, Sept 28, 2010