The End of Poetry
The cat beneath my feet
Is someone I would never cheat,
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
Grandma cooked soup
Chicken soup of course,
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
North Korea has the bomb
The south are reluctant to respond,
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near
He reads the signs and turns his back
This load within his heavy sack,
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near
He shakes a fist to his God
In rage before he receives the nod,
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near
Copyright © Avi Cohen | Year Posted 2013
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