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“Would Then I Finally?”

When I can finally write a poem
That doesn’t make nice people cringe
And turn away with faint disgust
and piteous condescension:
Will then I finally be healed?

When I can finally write a song
That’s not about petty madness–
Angry loners and the lustful damned
Braying in their pain like stupid mules:
Will then I finally be healed?

When I can finally write a tale
Of a comfortable man,
Settled in his ways — a beloved lover
Full of admirable intent:
Will then I finally be healed?

If I did all of these things
By clamping down hard on every
Monition, forcing down all the
Unspoken horrors that want to rise up:
Would then I finally be healed?

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2014 Bill LaBrie