poem, poetry, death of poetry, collapse of civilization, poem, satire, circus, meaning, solipsism, narcissism

BUFFALO BILL HITS THE CIRCUS

was at the circus
but the tent fell
down
swamping poets,
academics
and other clowns

maybe the pole was broken
no way steadfast Shakespearean

perhaps
Nietzsche’s concept
of evil which
I did lately relate
offended every deity,
was tempting fate

a direct dereliction
of poetic duty

speaking of which
         when those poets
copped it
not much, to use my TS
word should be
bewailed as
    having been given
much
    lilting solipsism there
sweetest narcissism

stuck in
    their own heads:
what it
means to be
        this sort of man
what it means to
be a woman
    what poetry must
become in a Zuckerberged world

and
what magic deserted when
we got skinned

those bodies even more
dumb and devoid of stuff

no
magical coat for me thenn