Do not topple yourself with verse
Verse - it isn't even hardly
It's more like a list
Of harmless grains
You might find in a fourth grade schoolbook

Not a pretty picture
Jacarandas stink
Life moves on
People die and so forth
News to me
News to you
Good news
The good news

Poetry will not save you
But you can save poetry

All you have to do is sneeze three times
and say
there's no place
like home