THE END OF POETRY

Give it up, poet!
surrender your images…
you’ve been demoted to prose.

No more blissful strolls
among Monet’s flowers,
or a bon-mot meant to rhyme
with ‘sublime.’

Or agonizing about which words
to save for the end.

To prose with you, poet…
you had your chance,
turn in your ecstasy app!

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