they are coming - a poem

they are coming for the poets,
calling them out, the resident aliens,
pens flourishing, to war against
hamburgers and shopping networks,

the peddling of verses,
....that is, the squeezing of
sarcophagi into stolen caskets,
has been out-dated, out-done,
outed by the clamor of pragmatists,

I give it a good lie,
steal caskets to bury what's dead
hoping no one notices my ceremonies
are unnecessary for civilization
to continue down some primrose path
a poet created,
and long ago