Simic Named Poet Laureate

Today Charles Simic was named 17th Poet Laureate of the U.S. This is one way that, taking one thing with another, we might have refrained from imitating Great Britain. Furthermore, I have read a number of Simic compositions that I think are crap.

Nevertheless. IF we were justified in naming a poet laureate, I would accept Charles Simic in that sinecure solely on the grounds of writing Ax:

AX

Whoever swings an ax
Knows the body of man
Will again be covered with fur.
The stench of blood and swamp water
Will return to its old resting place.

They’ll spend their winters
Sleeping like bears.
The skin on the throats of their women
Will grow coarse. He who cannot
Grow teeth, will not survive.
He who cannot howl,
Will not find his pack....

These dark prophecies were gathered
Unknown to myself, by my body
Which understands historical probabilities,
Lacking itself, in its essence, a future.

— Charles Simic