by Bruce Robinson
It’s our time
to read,
our five minutes
for paperview,
the urgent journals are threatening
to whelm us, it’s already
happening,
the signs have been sunset,
verse confiscation or worse,
consonantal drift,
you remember the verb wars,
false synecdotal terrorism,
tyranny reigning,
is there no god to protect us?
You needn’t be some
Charlotte Brontë
conspiracy theorist
to recognize
the dangers when you see them.
And now,
adamantine proof of congressional
stanza camps and unprincipled journals
turning a corner on consonants!
And the final envoi,
what is it?
Congress and its library
have made preparations for your family,
the question is, HAVE YOU?
Check out our video
before it’s banned once more;
We expose the truth
and urge you to prepare:
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Get the words out!
It’s on the cable, it’s on the air,
forward this to your friends,
to your family,
to those for whom
you have long since
ceased to care:
the gods
must want us poets dead.
Bruce Robinson’s recent work appears or is forthcoming in Pangyrus, Spoon River, Rattle, Maintenant, Evening Street Review, and Off the Coast. His Brooklyn apartment occupies part of the unceded homeland of the Lenape people. Colonial settlers and federal policies perpetrated generations of systemic, violent oppression that pushed the Lenape west and north to rebuild their nations in the areas now known as Oklahoma, Wisconsin, and Ontario.