Publish or Perish
You click and touch
And read as much
A cellphone can store more pages
Than a book that may last for ages
can have a soundtrack t read aloud
But I hold it in doubt
What if the Grid break down
What if the Internet fritz out
In the case that I too will be perished
Better to get my poetry materialized
In black and white on paper published
I’d not wish wild to be immortalized
Unless it is remembered by heart
Unless it is an immortalized art
How many angels on a pinpoint tiptoe
Heart and art, if poetry could amount to