R.I.P. Poetry

D. W. Metz

the poetry section

at the bookstore

depresses me;

it’s a tiny shelf

among thousands.

always looking

for something new;

six tiny shelves

stacked like coffins,

and almost all

a century dead.

i wonder,

is it just america

that no longer cares?

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