But, What Good Is it....?

They ask, those who do not know,
who cannot hear the muse.
Why not fiction, or expose?
There's money in those.
You smile and laugh and shrug,
"I don't know,"  but it's there
inside and it has to go 
somewhere and so the word
is made flesh and finds
its way onto the page, the joy
or pain , fire or ice, the words
 you feel but cannot speak.




©William Davis April 99