Poetry Is A Mind Set Poem by James McLain

If poetry is a mind set then
Time stops for all when we die.
A confession to a crime that
Never happened at all.

A forest in Japan that's deep
And dark.
Wherein people go to die, there's
No one there to stop the noose, the vine.

The setting sun that never sets the moon
Upon a rock.
The oven claimed my love who died before
I came.

Never safe are we in which the state
Is the police.
Not from here this rock on which we live
When they can wait for us to die.

Einstein's clone his d.n.a.
His picture taken from the sky.
If one days wrong in how he died
His other cannot live.

Remember most that live and breath
Are less than those who died.
The advantage goes to all of those
Who's mind's a fire put out.



Copyright © James McLain