The Inevitable Trouble with Verse

A patch of moonlight caught
In the cave of a room, poetry,

Perhaps more than any other art,
Is all about the words. Humans,

Too, but especially your words.
That makes verse awkward forever,

However smooth, however urgent.
Humans love their words, but humans

Have more beastly human concerns,
Like character and action, like winning

And losing, like who is good, who
Is bad, who is suffering, miserable,

Beautiful, who is evil, who deserves
Crushing, who, who, who. Words.