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