Cant. Is contemporary poetry devoid of clap-trap?

With the addition of the modest apostrophe, I can honestly say that I can't abide cant. Poetry has many small, modest, and handy tools in its belt to empty even the mirkiest traps of debris.


Speaking of tools, the cook is a certifiable construction worker. At the ready with her knives (chef, bread, and serrated for tomatoes), scissors, spatula, wooden spoon, and plastic jar opener.