Scream Poetry, Scream! (For Juarez)

Don't let my poetry be like a Chinese painting of chrysanthemums, delicate water lilies, nightingales. Don't let it be mystically sublime like Zen thought. Instead, let it scream raw and uncut. My canvas is not one of pretty pastels, lavenders and pinks praising beauty. I acknowledge beauty yes, it exists but while there is too much ugliness murder torture rape I will color my poetry with the shocking red of blood and clothe it in the somber black of mourning. * This is one of my older poems, but it has become sort of a "signature" poem for me at readings. Also, I am posting it again for new members to see.