(a found poem)
by Shelly Couvrette
January 11, 2008
When they die
you call them gods
made and placed in shrines.
Hoping to convince the uninterrupted generations,
defiance was the response;
The terrible choice between denying
and the claim that these could catch fire
Among the disaffected and the restless
who had inspired with the idea
who had dared a stubborn dissident
who had refused to obey
And took for granted the sacrifice and submission.
Copyright © 2008 Shelly Couvrette