"For personal reasons, the AntiPoet is a sniper. He fights for the same cause but with a totally different technique. He doesn’t disclaim the poet-soldier, he works with him from a distance, although his method may seem ambiguous."
~ Nicanor Parra; first among AntiPoets
When the penny finally drops
Wilt be too late to offer props.
AntiPoetry: a style Dead On Arrival.
[ Though it went down undefeated
Since there was no worthy rival. ]
If it only revolves around you
Then for us the cause ain't just.
And who might we be?
Turncoats everyone can trust!
Breaking spells cast by narcissists
Hardly scores but always assists
Brood of both literati and anarchists
A tad delirious from being sun-kissed
Was never acknowledged yet shalt surely be missed
If this resembles its counterpart
You're seeing a reflection re-versed.
Notice the subtlety in such art;
Read-through script so unrehearsed.
AntiPoets: stillborn, Missing In Action.
[ No more questions 'til the end
Else these trochees may lose traction. ]
While etching epitaph on headstone consider:
Would you rather combust from within or wither?