LOST AT SEA
Concerning a news item which reported
convicts breaking their own legs with
sledges, because they couldn’t take any
more the treatment they were getting…
All pull together now
because we’re going to make it
over to that other
Don’t cry, there’ll be people
all around us, not the least thought
of any more being bothered,
or harassed by outsiders.
We’ll all be in
there, fighting, we’ll all sing
it and swing it,
a crazy night most assuredly.
And when it’s over, morning
will break on the beach
like a leg breaks
when a man can bring himself to hit it with a hammer.
found via Charles Bernstein
I love Robert Creeley in general. I never read this poem before but there is something incredibly moving both in its inspiration and the force of the language.