The Poets

It seems as if the poets
will never shut up. Now
they have begun to scream
off their balconies.

They all seem to have balconies.
It used to be you could pass them
on the street and never know.
Those days are gone now.

These days, it seems as if
nothing we do is boring. Everything
resonates with layers of meaning.

We are sick of meaning. We want
to watch our reality shows and eat
our potatoes in peace.

Damn these poets. For all of their talk,
they do not understand. There was a time

when we looked up to them, when we sang
their songs, read their words, loved them

and built statues to honour their passing.

Those days are gone now.

Now,

we praise

silence.