NO MORE
no more poems, paintings
three act strucures,
somgs
nothing to transport, nothing
to inspire
the visions of
the precious decades
all
thrown out
simple economics really:
supply and demand
city after bankrupt city
cutting, killing
every
creative grant
and now
its all
gon
the books have gone
the libraries have gone
the theatres seem
to be
closing down
the groves
have been ploughed up
statues have been
toppled
their stone recycled
(where other than those
of current corporate
executives
or business tycoons
or the current political class
who make
so much money for them
and good! I say
best
thing out
for words and pictures
that do not commuicate
straight
(as per
cybernetic model) are a
waste of profit
waste
of tax
are as
self-
indulgent, narcisstic a luxury
as they come
above all, that demonic genre,
satire,
which refuses to know
its place
should receive
the kiss
of death
accept
short
shrift
accept
that we
people of
grandeur
pinnacle
summit
polish and
yes,
class
need not
apologize if
we do not
prioritize
in our best intetests
for what
could be
in the national interest
possibly
that does not
first favour us
we
elected to this power
by popular will
and divine
comnand
that the best
must rule
and the
rest
hang
poems 2 die for 