They’ve been making poetry cool again,

again. Poetry is hot, right now, they say.

It’s been stuttering the radars of journalists

with Sunday column inches to write, again.

Trowels in hand, they excavate to reveal

its meteoric rise. Report its unreported

power, appreciate it’s underappreciated

patchwork grey of history, recent evolution

and the foot-stomping future it’s gained, again.

This poem previously appeared on my Instagram account: