Men who write
long poems
work, refine
composing beat
and rhyme
and fitting rhythms
into lines
for stanzas
stretching
out in time
they choose
a topic worthy of
a deeper treatment,
one in which
the metaphors
they work
can work,
cohesively like
couplings fit
they stretch out
long discursive reams
the engine
of their poem pulls on
no signs
of running out of steam
they shovel coal
from dawn to dawn
the train is
stretching
miles behind
they latch
and link on cars,
and cars,
but up ahead,
a tunnel looms
we're plunging in!
and all is dark
as some impenetrable point is made
for hours, the words and rhymes run black.
They like their poems long and hard.
Perhaps they're compensating for
some lack?
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