Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Poets
Poets
Before, we had to say our words,
standing before the waiting crowds,
the sound of the wind
in our throats.
We spoke
not for profit
or acclaim,
but to fill our roles
as the vessel of the gods,
allowing possession,
giving voice to that which
lived in silence.
Now we imprint our sayings
on paper, or through
the curious devices of our time,
for which others
(unknowing priests
of transmutation)
have cast spells,
made available
for the gods to speak.
Dorothy Walters
April 10, 2010
(image from Amazon book cover)
