You cannot do this to them, these are my people;
I am not speaking of poetry, I am not speaking of art.
you cannot do this to them, these are my people.
you cannot hack away the horizon in front of their eyes.
the tomb, articulate, will record your doing;
I will record it also, this is not art.
this is a kind of science, a kind of hobby,
a kind of personal vice like coin collecting.
it has something to do with horses
and signet rings and school trophies;
it has something to do with the pride of the lions;
it has something to do with good food and music,
and something to do with power and dancing.
you cannot do this to them, these are my people.
Leonard Durso 
I enjoy the poetry you post but this one is something extraordinarily special.. thank you! 🙂
It’s one that’s been on my mind recently so I felt compelled to repost it. Glad you found it special.
And now I have to process/reflect on ‘the why’. 🙂
Ah, well can’t help you there. But the process should be enlightening.
Always is.. 🙂