This Song

Poetry monster belittles itself,
chases its own tale to bite, to gash it
with the teeth of contempt, the claim that song
is but vanity that is wrought of sound

the charge is part true, part sound, so in part
self-inclusive and also self-refuting ,
because song, even bitter, charged with woe,
is the breath of life, how, little, we can be

sing a song of…