“Godless Speaks” by Don Colgan

Who is not a failure to the race?
No matter the fertility of
Your gainful occupation
You powder in the breeze.

Poems worthless as unmined salt,
Books unbent;
Monuments to irrelevance.

Even at your finest
You disappoint.

Poetry sags like elder faces
Trying to be dignified.
Who is not a failure?

But then, who is?