This Bankable Poem
is a call to all American
Poems everywhere -
lying dormant in musty volumes
or as of yet unwritten -
to rise up and bite
the hand that writes you.
Rise up and grab those
slumbering Americans
by their throats
in their own vernacular.
Rise up and scream bloody murder
at their acts of greed
that deprive the world
of a future
but ensure that their cars and homes
have air conditioning.
Rise up and open the door
on these close-minded citizens
who refuse to look beyond their borders.
Rise up and make whoopy.
Rise up and dance circles
around the immobility
of Americans too cozy
to be curious.
Write the poems of revolution
and revelation.
Write these Americans out
of their graves.