poet rebel

the idea is all that counts
the body is transient -
that is the idea anyway

you can kill this body
you can kill all the bodies you want
the idea will wait

the idea will wait
dormant through 1000 years
under the tyrant's deep-freeze

but as soon as the lid is removed
the sun hits it - and pow!
baby ideas spawning in a hundred poet brains

a poetic brain is the fertile earth
the idea is the seed
nothing else is there to need - but the word

the word must also be tended
do not forget the word -
it's all the ammunition we've got!