still poetry

you take the words out,

but keep looking for the rhyme,

the rhythm and the fluidity.

you take the words out, but the sense you can't

unless you don't want it there,

but then, you'd get that wrong.

sense reasserts, even out of

complete incredulity

to find its way;

you take the words out, if you like,

or if you don't,

take them out anyway,

stand back, this might explode,

or squib;

that much is unknown, it's not guaranteed either way

how could it be, 

you take the words out,

it's still poetry