Poetry, sadly, is a dying art. The closest we have to great poetry these days is autocorrect fails, which is a pretty poor substitute. But we also have an anonymous first grader in New York City’s lower east side, whose poem happened to be photographed by a visiting photographer. That photographer, Jason Gardner, posted it to his Facebook page, and now the poem is picking up traffic, because it is some next-level Ezra Pound-type genius.

We did the soft wind.
We danst slowly. We swrld.
We danst soft.
We lisin to the mozik.
We danst to the mozik.
We made personal space.

Happy National Poetry Month, everybody …