Day of the Poems dirge

Sweep the floor
of ocean bed
let poems
on its day
rethink
a new ploy.

A dirge cannot
I play or write
lost in sky searched in Ocean
not
songs
or lies
nor tabs of the gone
but
swept
under too many words  of prose
poetry is
crushed.

The days of lost many
and its this celebratory dirge
of cut prayer.

Do poems speak
the word of war
well
the world of War
the muse as is never
sure.