Softly now
Sharpen your tongues
We're catching and tagging
The wild poems
Of the literate dry savannah
Releasing them
To track their movements
Last night's prize wordplay
Has ventured far afield
And hunts now among the minds
Of editor warriors
From New York to Albequerque
We've had them die
Barren in the wastebaskets
In Poughkeepsie
And silence
The din in starlit pubs
Read by strangers
Aloud in Hayward
Before reaching the vanishing point
In rugged
San Francisco book dens
Our creatures breed and disperse
Themselves trasmute their origins
Depart from their titles and media
Are recorded
To the subway clatter
Reviewed in small offices
Edited for content
And censored too
Until Solzhenitsyn
His cries echoing
Returns from sabbatical abroad
To skewer dead poems
Endlessly eat the stanzas aloud
Excited at the taste
Of gamey wild wordmeat