Risk

I’m not sure if the earth
Can sustain the weight
Of another bad poem

Just one bad poem
Could tilt the balance of fate
The back of Atlas cramp and spasm

Wouldn’t it be better
Not to risk it?
Leave the page to its perfection!

Or else the earth gone spinning
Off its axis
Locking our globe in the permafrost
Of ancient night

Or is it because wisdom
Feels no affection for truth
That no great poem
Is given this generation