Comrade versifier,
Profess though you may
To being a revolutionary
Poet, pray leave that propaganda
For Our Party’s inner sanctum;
As for the holy masses you exalt
Every day, they want to know just
How much blood must be spilled
Before your verses blot it away.
Moderator’s comments: Were he still alive, I’m sure the illustrious, ill-fated Mayakovsky would agree.
This is among my Cinquor favorites. Lots of poems, lots of blood running loose out there. We'll see if the former can survive the latter.
ReplyDeleteAs Cinquor would probably say,
ReplyDelete"Let the internecine bloodletting save the poets'day!"
Thanks, Joe.