A world without poetry...that's a world without a soul. Well, perhaps not something that melodramatic, but it's something incomplete. A world without poetry is a world unwilling to look beyond the facts and the bare-bones logic and see the marrow contained within the stark white bone - the reason behind it all, or lack thereof, that makes it grow and flower and carry on into the next generations. A world without poetry is a bleached skeleton of a world, one without life covering it or filling it. It's just a world, and because of that it's somehow not a world anymore.