The end of poetry

The cat beneath my feet
Is someone I would never cheat, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

Grandma cooked soup
Chicken soup of course, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

North Korea has the bomb
The south are reluctant to respond, 
I wonder if she realizes
That the end of poetry is near

He reads the signs and turns his back
This load within his heavy sack, 
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near

He shakes a fist to his God
In rage before he receives the nod, 
I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near

I wonder if he realizes
That the end of poetry is near