rage against the block

[joel]

just as a note, the "I" is not first person...I don't know who it is; I'm between the second and the third person of this as far as I can tell....

Vocabulary shouldn’t be our fear
and words like sinner oughtn’t master us—
& syllables or sounds that fucking cuss
with honesty are words we’d better hear
than all the euphemisms that appear
as better manners’ sounder options: thus
I pray for revolutionary sustenance,
like tongues of flame, for poets here
and wait for prophets’ language arts to preach
the beauties of our dialog sincere
in cadence, clear in content, within reach
of simply loving. I’m a sinner: dear
to God, imperfect, unafraid— & each
of you is like me— poets all that we’re.

[dadio]

I am reminded of Gerard Manley Hopkins by this poem. This has the qualities I look for in a poem and one I will want to read many times.