(My) Craft or Crap is a poem written by R.R. Dais and shared with The Ugly Writers
(My) Craft or Crap
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs –
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages,
But for the common wages
Of their most secret hearts.
Not for the proud man, apart
From the raging moon
I write –
On these spindrift pages;
Not for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages
Who pays no praise or wages
Nor hear this fart
Or heed this crap.
Manila
June 2012
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