Word Games?

A poet said on

the radio that

poems are word games—

any more is just

being pretentious.

What if word games are

the very pretense 

of making poems,

putting on an act, 

regardless of things . . .

all the while leaving 

world to languish in 

anonymity,

and poets to be 

swallowed up by words. 

Who would then miss them?