'Anger' Is Not Always A Poem

'Anger' is not always a poem- It does not always bring us to the rage of literature, Lear on the heath Macbeth bereft - Other dreams of death Spoken in hissful silence Which move us suddenly To incredible feeling Also live in us- We are not what we are And not what we will be-3 And ‘Nothing' is spoken of us As if that too will pain away - 'Die Die Die' they say to you As if all is forever dying in us Oh the rage will not save either Nor the poem nor the anger - Who are we after all? Dust of dust of dust in all our voices and all our outraged silences- Except God save us.