This poem could come in the dreaded category of abstract. Do reading poems that make little sense frighten you? Well go ahead and of course I’ll explain.
The end does not justify
The biscuit crumbs and late nights when saucers
Or eyes (can not tell) pull meanings out of twenty six,
Just that many, permutations, combinations, bones are pulled out of the earth
And put together by jigsaw people who know the blade and the jaw, the foot and the fall,
Cities rise from under the earth, how many graves, can you count?
This poem is about working on a deadline when suddenly….. One thing all readers of poems must be prepared for is to read the entire poem through even if not a single word registers. Usually the poet knows what he or she is trying to say, and readers make those poems live and breathe as it is their imaginations that play the stage. I often like to read poems that I find rather tedious for the simple reason that once you get at even a part of its meaning, you feel warm inside.
Have you ever tried it?