Nothing To Say Poem by Paul Schneiter

Sentences that make no sense,
words that are likewise afflicted.
Messages that are at best dense,
a vessel of verbiage is depicted.

Such is the state of modern verse
designed to be deciphered by no one.
I doubt it can get a syllable worse
though I speak not of all, only some.

Shouldn't a poem present meaning?
Shouldn't it have something to convey?
Should I care what a poet is dreaming
If his dreams have nothing to say?

Lofty, soaring phrases are meritable
unless composed at wasted expense.
To abide them, one must be charitable,
and seek a poem premised on sense.