The word: Gangrene
While in Austin this week, I had the wonderful pleasure of visiting the poetry class of Thomas Whitbread, whose latest book, The Structures Minds Erect, I am reading now. At the end of class I asked him for a word.
The Stranger: Tom
His word: Gangrene (preferably used as a present participle)
The poem I wrote:
If you say to a great ape: every time
you explain yourself or defend
your life in words,
someone will knock you off
your tree and you will fall
on your bottom in the dirt –
say this and the answer will be: Well, so.
So we will keep writing
ourselves out, keep talking too much, keep
in the sounds we learned
before being born.
This is the truth
and why we will keep falling from trees,
gangrening as we go.
The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.