The desire to MAKE –
that is the human curse I carry –
the MAKING of art
in a futile attempt to carry
myself into a future
without me –
My hands want creation –
if my mind wants peace
it has come to the wrong place –
this world is ours
for the MAKING –
For those of us who have
sufficiently little of ourselves
to value art
that’s what we MAKE –
For those who live instead
they MAKE themselves
and others in their image –
And we shall MAKE
a world without us
through our restless creation –
a world in our image
as barren as the average mind
that brought it down –
Meanwhile I’ll MAKE
some poetry and hope
some sense might yet be found –