Poetry Is Making A Comeback
All the things we decided not to talk about
Now get written about
In the only way
That can't be said.
But it can’t last
Some asshole will ruin it
Pretty soon our lives will be metered
And broken into stanzas.
Schools will arise to tell us
Why certain poems are good
And all these others are bad.
Schisms inevitably ensue
Between rival schools
Over the true definition of a sonnet.
There will be a heraldry
Of pompous inanity
A cacophony of competing reveilles
Platoons of Shakespeare cosplayers
Wielding iron quills.
A king declares : poem, poem, not a poem, poem, not a poem
At special gatherings of his small council.
The official poems will make all the money
While the rest return to lives of squalor
A few of these survive as samizdat
Slips of paper passed under tables
My fingertips brushing your hand
You’ll feel me every time you read it
You will think: poetry is making a comeback