The Death of Epic Poems
Date: Sunday, 1st November 2015 @ 09:53:18 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: invierno


The epoch of the epic poem
has slipped with Dodo's to the great unknown.
Shelley drowned with Coleridge
in a sea of leaves of grass-
the lilac bloom has faded sore in the dooryard;
jaded by minimalism- less is more.

Epic poems (Oh shiesse! This'll take forever!)
impart as much, sometimes more
as the thirty worded fart.

This poem is Copyright © invierno



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