If our poets stand for nothing
Then we are all fucked.
If our lullabyists, our word singers,
Our bombastic balladeers,
The sounders of rage and fury,
If they – stand for nothing,
If they come only to entertain
Then who will protect us,
From the poverty of our own thoughts?
eleanor j jackson 
“I know that if all the Stars were to die/And I should look at an empty sky/I should find that very blankness sublime!/(Although this might take me a little time)” [W.H. Auden.]