Giaconda Belli rode on a Tank
in the Nicaraguan Revolution;
flowers that grow under the Volcanos
flowers that grow under the Volcanos
scent the poems of Claribel Alegria--
How Sandy loved her over at Curbstone.
Cordially, as Poets toward love grow.
The Critics...what good comes when they're around?
They search and don't find their way in the Night
and make of their Subjects, Objects Carnate
and Erotic. I AM! (Love of Selves they Lack)
and with Reason for it; they are Self-Wrought
narcissists who hate Rhyme. And worse,
they work as does a Flyswatter for Thoughts.
A Poet is wise who fights for her Verses.
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