Dead Poetry Society

[maximumjake]

Dead Poetry Society

When I was young
the Beats had just died,
modernism was no
longer running by our side.
Posthaste, post modernism,
a literary communism,
where all are of the same height
—a poetic blight—
then poetry howled and died.

–Erthona


©2014

I enjoyed the wolf image. The last line in particular really makes the poem for me. When you said "modernism was no longer running by our side," it stood out as slightly awkward phrasing, until the last line was read and the image formed for me, then I really liked the whole poem more as a result.