i checked myself

I would like to have written this.
i have checked myself and seen that i am nothing;
the bones of poets gone and done
lay beneath the hills.
i put on my boots and took my shovel,
for to disturb them
would be a lesser crime than to ignore.
i checked myself
and saw that i was nothing;
i looked for art
and saw it slither into bank accounts in dead of night,
while the dewy brows of poverty’s poets
tremble in their plight.
i checked myself
and let myself stand up.
stand up, i said –
stand up, writers!
stand up for complexity, confusion and colour.
take your pennies and forget the pied pipers,
they have led naught but rats.
i saw the riches over realness,
splendour over solidarity…
i cried upon my pillow.
my people, my people!
when the muses so return, tell them why you wrote!
we not one of us free falls –
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.