No Idiot

For Brecht 4

Poetry monster's been politicized,
no, not passive, even perched on the rim
of eternity, monster notices
disturbances of fact, tumult and dread

engages, even if such engagement
is as all else, evanescent, mere puff
in the gale of time that builds and destroys,
perched so, monster breathes fire and spills words

the joy of hurt is the darkest of joys
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