Addressing Abstracts on National Poetry Day

Day dreamt up to rub it in,

Poets worth their curing salt—
Unprecedented wars thin
Your relevance. Stoppered vault—

Are these present wars too foul,
That McGough's wordplays displace
A seer's lines on the boy's bowel,
Ruined as the bombs efface
Aleppo? Tending to use
Pomegranates when she weaned,
With a sweetness to infuse
Till munitions supervened,
His mother had held him nearest her,
Her heart’s continuity
Assuring his viscera,
And then turned, that his ear be
Less orbital of her breast,
And yet equable virtues convened
As if it remained there, pressed,
Till munitions supervened.