Poets don't like books or information. They hate writing. They don't care for speech, either. Or what the professor said. Your memory is what they want, not theirs. They need to put a poem inside your head. That's their immortality. It sings its poetry between your ears. When Joseph Obvious died, they boxed up his things. His attempt at notoriety was defeated by the years. Poets existed before books and writing. Music was not forgotten. Reluctantly, poets---wrote. Reluctantly, poets took up books. A muse was the world. But she forgot. The poets hate information and the places it is put, too. They want the nation to be memorization. They want a lovely poem to live inside of lovely you.
