she
penned
novels.

painted marvels

even organized ensembles,
with the blood
of men,

men without a love of poetry.

he
said he loved it

and he's studied

just to put himself above it

but this man
is without a love of poetry.

he
built a world
it was pleasing to himself

but had to be coaxed
into a love of poetry.

we are the ones
who keep poetry alive.

here's to the man
without a love of poetry.