Obituary to the Sonnet~by Kanchan Bhattacharya

For those who think nothing of vandalizing the sonnet form

 

 

Obituary to the Sonnet

Weeps Shakespeare, in the Charlatan’s deep well
Upon sonnets thee has fornicated
I name thee not, O Rose by the dead tells
Violated, by a mad man’s fancies bled

Weep! Petrarch, Wordsworth, Shelley, Frost- mortals
In a mad bard’s web of infidels caught
But Calliope shivers, wounded she falls
Words in wild follies of messiahs lies thought

Weep, O Reader, sensibilities killed,
Vagaries; graffiti, a wailing wall
Weep, O Virgin Soil of Verse raped and stilled
The rose withers; fearless elves, knaves and trolls
In these unrhymed sonnets, cheap thrills at will
A madman loiters, fuck sonnets, he calls

© Kanchan September 30, 2017