From Hambone via Best American Poetry 2002:

Drones And Chants
Norman Finkelstein

In memory of Armand Schwerner

All night long they turned the wheels,
picked up the sound and passed it on

All night long we listened to the music,
all night there was thunder among the hills

All night and day the words were spoken,
each word inscribed, and traced to its origin

All night and day the words were sung,
picked up, inscribed and passed along

So as forever to be forgotten,
rising and breaking against the air

The sound floated above the valley
like mist gathering over deep pools

The mist rose above the trees in the valley,
blooming into emblems of silence

Emblems of mist and emblems of trees,
cast forever into the pools of night

The instruments were gathered up from the pools
and all night long they turned the wheels.

One way to observe National Poetry Month is to read a poem at an “open mic”.

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