Iron Wood


Poets impregnate stoic barriers

Pragmatic warrior affixed to Styx


 Falling in love in Quid pro quo

 Fevers infusing and shine like a pro


Licking lexicons chewing and spit

Dueling word puzzles until they fit


Pettifoggers who just won’t let it go

Essential wisdoms pay for the show


With grudge we trudge into the steel of mahoganies

Gangs engrained we gain from hymnal crosses


Word pullers insane from this poetic agony 

We are best stained from our worst tragedies


In small closed clubs we gather as few

Praying together we can pay these dues


Yet desperate to believe in me and you

Poets engrained in the steel of mahoganies