by Mark Olival-Bartley
A poem is a weather-tested craft,
whose worthiness is ultimately found
by how it sails the oceanic rift
between assaulting waves that never end
and utter stillness when the winds are lost,
or it's a vessel of another stripe
with holds so flooded that they nearly list
as blood is fed along its thrumming rope.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.