Poetry of Issue #7        Featured Poet Sherman: Page 2

HERE'S A POEM

to the poets who die unknown  
who live their poems day by day
bare the chaos of lost words
Here's to the poems that never get published
that lie fallow in someone's veins
that burned in Hiroshima and Nagasaki  Vietnam
New York City  Portland, Maine
Here's to the poets in Nicaragua
Mexico  Cuba  South Africa  El Salvador
in the southern countryside of all the Americas
and the northern cities too
Here's to the women and men
who never even knew they were poets
had no one to tell them
didn't know how to tell themselves
Here's to the millions of words buried in a 
million places all over the globe
The mouths and hands silenced forever
Here's to all that magic music beauty
surprise that died unsung   that dies everyday
The blood that moves us forward
that holds back the tide

  Susan Sherman