This ocean, humiliating in its disguises <br />Tougher than anything. <br />No one listens to poetry. The ocean <br />Does not mean to be listened to. A drop <br />Or crash of water. It means <br />Nothing. <br />It <br />Is bread and butter <br />Pepper and salt. The death <br />That young men hope for. Aimlessly <br />It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No <br />One listens to poetry.<br /><br />Jack Spicer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thing-language/
