The Old Poets

The old poets Do not subscribe to modern Discourses about Identity politics. They do not look to Document the latest phase Of modernity's Absurd cultural battles. They are looking for Something richer and stranger. They slowly absorb Swelling moments. They still play Their solemn tunes on Battered, threadbare instruments. Their only aim is To improve their craft and hone Their techniques for all The connoisseurs of Beauty. Alas, these crass times Have forgotten them, and their Audiences are Dwindling, year by year, because These Masters of style Are regarded as passé.