I thought snuff poems were illegal
since at least the 90's –
No more candles in the wind, thank Jesus,
no night stars blowing out one by one,
all the tropes of hope and light gone up in smoke –
arrested, up against a cop car, spread-eagle
and cuffed with zip ties.
A young poet I knew went to police academy
to play cops and robbers – bad idea –
our metaphors mug honest words
disturb the peace of stolid, taxpaying nouns,
the library wall of verbs.
all art is theft
and poetry is murder.
The Sunday Muse