The Poet is DEAD — Long Live The POEM

The Poet is DEAD — Long Live The POEM

Author, Writer, Poet

Artifact of tomorrow's society

While alive may portray impropriety

Whereas profundity may only be gleaned by posterity

Bards embody ideals floating within realms unreal

But few people at present can clutch our New Deal

Through semantic space some grope and cop a feel

Thus between these lines one's Animus should show it

Yet whoso could discern such a message if inchoate?

Years often pass in decades before meaning is procured

Poetic offspring must proclaim immortal words are inured

Public illiteracy endured until readers' minds mayhap mature

Carom headlong past post-modern doldrums; beyond right or wrong

Carefree aplomb inhabits this song, which chorus hums alto strong

Vanity a ticking time bomb soon succumbs to the throng

Vanishing rhyme reappears — via disappearing Poet

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