I will keep this brief. I want you to read this poem. No, I want you to absorb this poem. It is about the Grenfell Tower fire. It is about much more. It indicts “esoterica” and the like. It prescribes a poem’s raison d’etre. It and its message are exemplary. Thank you for attending to this, it may save your soul.
Source: I read a technically perfect poem about absolutely nothing, by Antony Owen
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