Poetry is dead?
I don’t Want to practice A dead art.
But you are practicing it So how can it be dead?
Gone from the memory Of the people. Lost Are the words to them. Confused by broken Syntax and boiled down Meanings. Un-reflected Lives don’t contemplate Their own depravity in The face of those surrounding them. Not enough words for Comprehension available.
A failing of the Academies?
Lost to glowing gods That speak of everything And say nothing. No food Left for the spirit of inquiry Lost focus of the digitized mind.
Alas, poetry is dead unless we can resuscitate the culture.