The Old Poets Poem by DM W

The old poets
Do not subscribe to modern
Discourses about
Identity politics.
They do not look to
Document the latest phase
Of modernity's
Absurd cultural battles.
They are looking for
Something richer and stranger.
They slowly absorb
Swelling moments. They still play
Their solemn tunes on
Battered, threadbare instruments.
Their only aim is
To improve their craft and hone
Their techniques for all
The connoisseurs of Beauty.
Alas, these crass times
Have forgotten them, and their
Audiences are
Dwindling, year by year, because
These Masters of style
Are regarded as passé.