So 3 poems are to be performed with dance
Words, by themselves, it may be inferred, are no longer
of any especial significance.
I like opera because it envelopes us
like a giant overcoat, like using a blanket
even on a warm night, so as to feel cuddly.
In this universe of ours
we make excuses about everything. We say,
“There must be some anthropic principle.”
We say, where there is not the slightest comprehension,
that “It is because of Dark Matter that everything
is falling apart instead of coming together,”
as we’d like it to.
And so it is that they offer the largest prize at that contest
to whichever poems can be set to music.
And they’ll undoubtedly dance to all of them.
Then they will dance around that black hole
into which everyone and everything will eventually be sucked,
and is in the center of the universe.
So much for the power of poetry.