even

do you even know
my name - not my
real name, my hu
-man name, but my
poet name - do you
know it? can you pro-
nounce it, pouncing on
the moment like a word that
hits at just the right moment
in the poem.

even steven - words from
childhood pour forth as the
poetry spills forth once again
not meaning much but maybe someone
will see something in the particular
arrangement of syllables and send-up the
bat signal or something to summon a super-
hero to save the moment, save the day;
and not i am too cold to play or
say what needs to be said and
yet i am still the poet,
even in this state of
geography, of mind,
of reality - i try
too hard and others
hate me for doing
w/out hurting others
too much not of my own
will but of His will -
poetry rings forth, like
a horn, like a warning - hark
hear the herald angels sing
the coming of the Lord of
all things.

even now i wonder
why i'm worthy
when i'm not
really worth-
y?