A poet is a fragile ghost br God gave a paperbark as skin. br though he excels, when as a host br he draws your innards slowly in. br br And like a river's undertow br the promise of a mermaid's song, br if it's a poet whom you know br you're wise and know where you belong. br br So, let your words meet in the air br and happily engage in dance, br the music is for you to share br the poetry? Go, have a glance. br br That first loud scream, when you are born br begins the sonnet, although shrill br the terror of a lover's scorn br may it remain forever still.