Once poetry was important
Launched a thousand ships
Started revolutions
Was the Song of Songs

Now it’s in the realm
Of academics
Of madmen
Of dilettantes

It belonged
To the people
To the everyday

The academics speak
Of good and bad
Right and wrong
Meter and rhythm

Everyday people speak
Of truth
Of beauty
Of the struggle to survive

Never once worrying
Whether it would sound better
If they deleted the last stanza