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“would not fit” by Trevor Witt

The poem would not fit,
The words would not contort themselves;
Flow and subject matter refusing
To be compartmentalized,
The meat could be cut up,
But then it would wound the meaning,
Disable the message, and
Alter the opus, diminishing the art.

And so, the poet moved on,
Unable to dismember his work,
He began anew.