Notes From An Impertinent Observer

Beware! Iconoclast at work.
If you're tired of modern poetry, wherein rhyme is a crime, meaning is demeaning, significance is deficient, and image trumps substance; if your usual reaction to reading it is Huh?, Say What?; then by all means look inside this book. It's not too late.
Carpenter ant climbs to the pulpit-top,
stands on his hindmost,
frantically waves his foremost
at the pallid crowd,
sets his raspers and grinders,
and begins...