Elegy
Worst Tournament Coverage Ever
The tournament commentary this year is the worst in history. Although they’re off camera the majority of the time, I see the puffed up chests as they talk over the sounds of the course, trying to out-Augusta each other, pontificating over the true poetry of the tournament—the sounds of the birds of Raes Creek, Raes herself, wind through the magnolias and pines, the sounds of the golfers’ footsteps on the greens, the handling of the clubs, the silence of the gallery, the music of man and nature inside this bubble.
By Harper Lewis 7 months ago in Poets
When Trees Are Just A Memory
When Trees Are Just A Memory 🍂☠️🌳🪦🌲🪦🌴☠️🍃This Is Never PoetryJust A Word Or Two Of WarningWhen Trees Are Just A MemoryAnd The Final Leaf Has DroppedThe Last Bee Killed By Pesticides🌲Murdered By The Hedge Fund PocketeersThe Only Things GrowingAre Offshore Bank AccountsAnd As The Last Drop Of Water🪦Is Drunk By Another AI Data CentreThe Server Will OverheatAnd StopHumanity Was Gone Long Ago☠️But Their Only InterestWas Power And WealthNot Life And LivingBut The Rates Were High🍃And Now The World Wide WebAnd Every Bank AccountIs GoneAlong With The Human Race🍂And Every Living CreatureEarth Is No MoreThe Billionaires Got Their Victory🍂☠️🌳🪦🌲🪦🌴☠️🍃
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
