If I truly loved this poem
I would stay up all night
weeping over it
I would dig it a good grave
build it a tomb
I wouldn't give it to fire
or set a pitiful cairn over it
I would send it off with all
the honors it deserves
not nothing,
which is what I planed
for maybe dreams will
be better than this poem
(that's probably true
I wouldn't want to waste
more time than necessary)
what it needs is violence
or knights or faery
but plenty of blood
sacrifice egoless
epic story of gods and men
not another one about me
or my father or mother or wife
or death (well maybe that)
or the doom of the world
here is what I want from you, poem
something to make me respect you
I want a dozen good men
to take over the the country
with wit and sword, blood and smoke
guitar and song, gun and blade
new heros for a new age
and new poems to pronounce them
maybe that's to much to ask
it probably is
I guess i'll just go to bed
and dream