PoetiX

Nocturnals

In the twilight
of poetics
stands a reason
to explain
why everyone's
been wrong
all this time,
now that it's
too late.

Poetry is dead.

Poetry is dead
because we let
it be corrupted,
just as
"video killed
the radion star"
in a time of
transition
no one quite
realized; and
the reason is
the same killer
waiting in the wings
of all pop
entertainment,
a vicious inclination
to subjugate the past
at the leisure
of the present
and thereby
ruin both.

Poetry is dead
because all it
remains to be
is nostalgia
and bad readings
that put people
to sleep.

I think I enjoy
being there
for its death,
where it has lost
all its power
and only the words
remain, soon to
become sounds
and then

nothing at all.