Jack*

He is the sound of listening
a billy clubbed head lifting,
he is the charge read proudly
a shaking fist, a speaking up,
he is the raw throat of the poor
a promise kept being promised,
he is the rock in the rich man's shoe
the millionth splinter under their thumb,
he is a voice in our own silence
a poet for people to speak out to
a writer aloud of whispered words.
A lover of humans prepared to fight
the spite filled enemies of his loves.





John G.Hall(C)2004

*For Jack Hirschman