A poem a day for 2013 - day 37 - Wash

Poetry is dirty laundry
Washed and hung outside
Stains showing and forgiven or not
It is nappy kitchens and Sunday mornings
Poetry will not get you to church on time
But you will be ready for praise 
Before the deacon prays
Poetry done well will make a lie out of forgetting
It will tell the truth we refuse to hear from the devil
We are our brother's keepers
We are our children's historians
If not us then who
If not with these words then what
Poetry is scrubbing story
Into pages so blank 
With fingers so bloody
About a heart ready 
To release