THE FAMOUS POET READS
Throughout the dim-lit auditorium
In which the famous poet reads his work,
You’ll see a dim-lit glow of something dumb
Provoking on my face a rueful smirk:
A little sea of cell phones is the source
Of this mysterious, eerie radiance
Which nowadays we must expect perforce—
Against such rudeness there is no defense.
What must the poet think as he looks out
Upon his reverent, heads-down auditors,
Assuming that their thoughts are all about
The eloquence and wit that from him pours?
But such is the obtuseness of our world,
Oblivious when even pearls are hurled.