A poet must learn the task of the “disconnect” for there are too many things to sort out in the midst of the calamity called life…a distinct separation must take place to sort through the rubble and decide what is salvageable and what must be shed…..impossible with the clammer of howling children and wailing sirens ……the world was never designed for such noises but “we” know what is best and what we need……at least we think we do….without the disconnect poets are run over and their words become tainted with the slogans of the day……which when considered are the attempts of old children who continue to bemoan an upbringing that was privileged at best….. and adequate at worst……I cannot listen to your harangue any longer……..disconnected.            Ttucro