Fox On The Run

I don’t believe in this lyric Muse
everyone talks about

Swear we’ve never
had a conversation

I’ve listened for her voice
in the corn by the river

Always ended those nights
running home frightened and alone

If believed in the Muse
I might have heard her

chattering in my ear
at some point

second hand news
of a second hand band

Instead I had to 
run from the silence

and here I am again
on that river bank 

panting and hungry
Full of nothing

but my voice wondering out loud
why this endlessly feels 

like I am built to be
alone — a poor boy bereft

surrounded by tall dead corn
and thoughts of plunging in

to this river that could take me
to hear what I do not believe exists

here or anywhere
but I’m willing to be convinced

I’m ready to listen
to any mythology now

having had the practice of decades
straining in silence

to hear my country 
speak to me

as if I were worthy
of nodding along to its voice

that instead sounds like nothing
as much as a snapping flag on the wind

that rattles through this dry dead corn
whenever I stop running away

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

3 responses to “Fox On The Run

  • Eileen

    Hmm. Well, for me there are times when thoughts flow and other times when it’s like slogging through mud to get anything on paper. Doesn’t matter what we call it. But the differences in the power of what we write are often obvious. I do admire your ability to focus and produce though.

  • Eileen

    The trouble with a muse is that it’s fickle, flitting away when you cry for it and showing up when it doesn’t seem to matter to you after all.
    When I was in Normandy standing near Point du Hoc and the field of small white crosses that crown it now, Old Glory was snapping in the wind. I’ll always connect that sound with the sight of all the lost who died in that war and all the ones in wars before and wars after and wars in the future. That’s one of the few things humanity is consistent in…..killing each other.

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