stating the bleedin obvious
i am not averse to a verse
for that’s the rhyme and reason
why the hearse drives past with
it’s floral treason …
poetry is not dead
just laying in state
and past that catafalque
tomorrow’s poets earn their tears
and a few dropped fears
through the coloured glass
see how the sun dances
on their upturned rifles
shhhh
what will rhyme with shhhh
it’s your shout now
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