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: <abcd://sonnechurl.com/alfabet-ABC> 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.