The Amazing Poem that Changed the World ~ Sean Wai Keung
The amazing poem that changed the world
contained no metaphors or images.
There wasn’t even a single rhyme
or meter. In fact, there were no words inside at all.
It wasn’t on a page of paper or
a stage in the basement of a poetry club.
Instead it looked like a huge ball of muddy black liquid.
And for most its existence it rested there
as big as a mountain, at the very top of a
submissions pile in a publishing house that had long ago
It collected dust like that for hundreds of years
before it was eventually discovered when
the publishing house was burnt to the ground
in the middle of a revolution. When they saw it
all the revolutionaries immediately wept,
lowered their guns and sang renditions of Leonard Cohen songs together.
After which, scientists took custody of it
and after a series of tests in a special, secret lab
that the amazing poem that changed the world
was actually made up of a special type
of love, a violent love, the kind of love
which makes people think
why do we need to even eat or sleep or drink or work
when we could all just fuck.
It was immediately labelled a dangerous substance
and hidden away from humanity.
And it rests there still today somewhere
nobody can see or touch it.
And all the scientists who had seen it
and touched it and finally hidden it away
in the shadows,
well they all woke up the next day and found
that they were no longer scientists,
no longer men, women, old, young,
they weren’t even people anymore.
And they never needed to eat or sleep or drink or work again.
Instead they spent the rest of their days
fucking each other into a violent, blinding Heaven
raising their voices in ecstatic cries
that would never be heard by anyone.