It comes to you from inspiration
Words dropped from Heaven
You want to tell her or him or them
Put your site to bed and wake--
and find the poem unread
Is it a poem if no one reads it but you?
If not read who are you fooling but the fool?
Critique it seems is the unused tool
For if you read me I come back and read you
If not the inspiration dies inside unfeed
And the poem and the poet is put to bed