Why? Why poetry?
Because it is not like polio, there is no cure for it. Poetry is incurable. As long as there are flowers blooming, rainbows appearing, birds chirping, rain, breezes, wine, silence, Life and its brother Death– all those and the arcane, the folly and meanings that come with them– there will be poetry.
Oh, by the way, your mp3 and that once-famous MTv are poetry boxes! King David, the original Billboard King, must be on the cloud nine, looking down at you from his celestial pearly abode while you listen to your mp3 and watch the most recent MTv releases. He must be wondering how far his lyre has gone.