Norms

In a strange world where
it’s norm
to talk in rhymes
a baby wailing for milk
cries in cadences
a little older, says,
‘I hunger for milk
so kind mama,
give some, like
mothers of your ilk’
a dying man
not able to form
a coherent rhyme
dies without saying
anything at all.
Haven’t you heard
of free-verse
my good folks?