A Poet Has:

To have known life
and rejoiced;
celebrating the heady Elysian wine
of friendship.
to have known death
and despaired;
helplessly screaming against heart rending
hollow-gut grief.
To have loved,
and lost the fairest one,
the only one who, lifting you up,
tore you apart.

To have been there,
       seen it,
              smelt it,
                     felt it,
                           fucked it.
       And been fucked by it.
To have seen the film,
       read the book,
              wore the T-shirt,
                     dreamed the dream,
                            ate the pie.
       And suffered the food poisoning.

To be selflessly selfish.
To take everything and give more.
To be paradoxically common,
and normally different.
To heed the light of words dripping into
the silence of the dark.
To pick up a pen
and write.