We Have Poetry

By George Freek

WE HAVE POETRY 
(After Du Fu, a Tang Dynasty poet) 

During nights of 
interminable darkness,
I curse the sky.
But that’s foolish.
The sky is merely a graveyard,
where dead stars lie.
In my chest there’s a vacancy,
where something else
should be,
something like a clock,
but its mechanism
is worn and faulty.
As stars look down,
they shine like jewels
on a false beach.
They mean nothing to me.

George Freek’s poetry has recently appeared in The Ottawa Arts Review, Acumen, The Lake, The Whimsical Poet, Triggerfish and Torrid Literature.

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