WHAT’S

WHAT’S

what’s in the poem
this poem
that poem

unilaterally in the poem
not inside your head
upon reading it?

if the world were poetry
would we even consider it
worthy of our attention?

if poem
were the world
would we scranmble to read
own, control, colonize it?

so many books in this building
complicated by the fact
that it
is a statement in concrete
wears its style on
its sleeve, being that
of brutalist utopia

best utopia we
could ever in all
our lifetimes, hope to see

the nerve of them
those that write the script
the authors
of our being

worth
fighting for, never
had it so good, are all
in this together

pledge
reveal
prestige

this
the most dangerous poem
in the room – – what
room you
ask

the deception
running so deep

got
you boxed in here

what’s
in the poem

let us just
say it is
what
you say

no one cares much
anyway