Ridicule

Yes, you broke the mirror – finally.
That cabalistic air of magnanimity
which makes those rare and weird
decisions climbed unprecedented
heights of raw absurdity today. Is
it true of your sorority? If I believed
you knew of what it did I’d say it
might not matter – but you set a
program loose to clean where you
assumed a need. It begs a pressing
question. Can any of you read?

Fey calamity thus rules this anarchy of
playing poets’ egos; now I know your
day routine’s a trite and meaningless
agenda to invite raw data in the form
of hits. It matters not a whit for quality –
So call it an indecency by any truthful
name. You prime a data miner in a way
to ferret words you say are banned as
core of common decency dictates. Can
we have a list? No way Hosea you’ll say.

That, my non-poetic friend, won’t rate.
You set a pace that lowered standards
long before we ran the race. You’ve let
the best and worse to freely interface.
So cheek by jowl we drool a common
rheum that stultifies not one but all.
And you get rated not by verse that
sings in praise of words well used –
but tools you use to make our poems
clean enough for ridicule...
© 4 April 2008, I. D. Carswell

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