To My Poet Friends:

The New Yorker is one of the most prestigious publishers of contemporary poetry. The magazine receives thousands of submissions and prints only the cream of the crop. Here is an example from this week's issue (really):

Beast Brutality

The caption read,
"He and she standing quietly next to a dog."
The prompt queen sat with her crown on,
The insects between each Gothic arch providing a measure
Of what can be
Done with architecture.
She said, "We built it long ago.
And then we knocked it down."
And then she looked away.
"And then we looked away."

And you keep asking me why no one reads poetry anymore!