Back to Frost (my respect to all not mentioned)

Well, Shakespeare gave us a summer day

Marlowe dipped us in gruesome love

Swift swiftly traded that for the mind

And T.S just wrote the whole thing off

Then Yeats re-shaped love and loss

And Joyce just made it feel worthless

Why war-torn heads from hearts poets

Just pointed out man is faulty and ruthless

And the midst there was a like-minded farmer

Who chose the road less taken by

And taught a generation that there’s loss

And there’s a better way to try

Larkin came in the age of the nukes

And laid it all to waste because it was

Hope was hanging up not coming down

No amount of words could do it: poetry or prose

Then here we are; nuke impotent; a new millennium

Then we filled it with more of the same

We don’t fight sword to sword any more

Our blades are longer and sharper rudely tearing any terrain

What an age of innocence Frost’s was

Reaching for the stars with a harvest

With words that touched the heart

That people lay them out to say their best

Now, people stand on two sides of the slaughter

And human life is just….human life, no more

Keep the words of Frost ‘I have promises to keep’

Not Poe’s ‘Only this: nevermore’