that augur's function fulfilled in poet's scrawl
has leapt to the lips of bards on charts
pages have since blown away
since the flower children won the day,
the skalds have risen up to play.
Who examines now poets' printed thoughts
now, when set to tune
in digital seas
pop prophets
sing to please?
Sung tongues like rudders
set the course
and curdle culture
while the critics man the com.
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