No More Poetry

There can be no more poetry
As long as humans cannot love
Nor wish to find love,
For the task is now arduous
To the point of exhaustion,
And possibly, extinction.
In place of poetry,
Let there be rigid consonants,
Hard, crackly tooth-clacks,
A rock-strewn, barren, flinty speech
Devoid of of emotional resonance.
Let everyone be so exposed:
No shelter from the elements,
Ice and vitriol pelting down
Upon all heads. This you brought about,
You foolish natterers,
You selfish imbeciles
Who guard your hearts, yet refuse to look about,
To extend a hand or sympathetic word
Because the effort is too great,
The sacrifice too mighty,
The distance of three paces far too taxing.
Hence, the die is cast:
Everyone must languish in mutual aridity,
Undernourished and alone.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love is the protein that nourishes our words...as poets, if there is no love, there is no heartbreak, no romantic lyrics...
no poetry, as you say.
excellent piece.

j.