|Poetry as Insurgent Art [I am signaling you |
through the flames]
I am signaling you through the flames.
The North Pole is not where it used to be.
Manifest Destiny is no longer manifest.
Nemesis is knocking at the door.
What are poets for, in such an age?
The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it.
If you would be a poet, create works capable
You are Whitman, you are Poe, you are Mark Twain,