This is why when the ground shakes beneath us we sit firm and write. We cheer and we clap in spite of it all. We set it down for others to try to make sense of the senseless. There is no hidden agenda so lend your ears to the wordsmiths and bards, open your hearts, let down your guard. Listen and weep. Listen through pain. Listen again and again. This is why we need poets and poetry. Proclaiming anger in words of defiance, whispering hurt in verse that’s reliant on softness and silence.
This is why poets and poetry shine in reflections of broken glass and rhyme that can set us in time with others who listen and yearn for the clock to wind back. A strong, steady voice after the attack. And out of the rubble emerges a sound like first footsteps of newborn words on the ground. Out of the carnage steps something resembling unity. For this is why we need poets and poetry. To set us free from tyranny and the misguided acts of what is named prophecy. To remind us that we are truly human and have the right to live in harmony.