matt's poetry pocketbook:
poems and poets

The Age Demanded

Earnest Hemmingway

The age demanded that we sing, and cut away our tongues.
The age demanded that we flow, and hammered in the bung.
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.

And in the end the age was handed
the sort of shit that it demanded.

Hemmingway was a prose writer (shows, eh?)