Goodbye to All that Isn’t


And when he is gone, that poet
they will say of him
that he was disturbed
that he had always been that way
lacking in some functionality
like many poets before.

It is not the truth.
any in this time, any poet
in this place
should be disturbed.
given to great rage,
or at least an abiding melancholia.

These times, when leaders are unworthy.
These times when false civility is the rule.
These times of broken families
and torn asunder lives.
When the love of a woman lives
no more than the dying breath of
a dragon fly.
When all things are acceptable
and nothing is true
Purpose has escaped.
Reason bled from the corpse of
tradition.
The void emptied of conviction
now rampant with
Narcissism
Despotism
Unkind habits
Reasoned betrayal
Agreement in the absurd
Absolute relativism
And smoke without the fires of passion.

It is not the poet that is disturbed.
It is all of you
you pretenders to wisdom.

You, each of you
believers in the day
left feasting on rotting excess,
deserve nothing more than
a shallow grave
a few curses
and spit.