The Last Night Of The Poems

I don't think the BBC
will bother to televise it.
It certainly won't make it
on to ITV. It might get a
30 minute slot on Radio 4 or
15 minutes on Radio 3.

But if The Last Night of the Poems
means just that - Kaput! Finis!
no more poems ever -
who would really notice?

A few of us with a vested interest
I guess. We would miss
the joy of stringing words together
and reading the words of others
who like to do the same.

I'm wrong, of course. Of course
there'd be a big song and dance
about it. An enthusiastic
(though distraught) audience.
Lots of pomp and circumstance.
Cheering. Clapping. Fireworks.

In fact, they'd probably all
have such a good time
that they'd decide they couldn't
live without rhythm and rhyme
and vote to hire the Albert Hall
and turn The Last Night Of The Poems
into an annual event.

That sounds great to me.
Long Live Poetry!


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