Mixing it up, worshiping it, dissolving it, burying it—all things you might do with an Alka-Seltzer tablet or, in this case, what poetry does with identity. "Proem" shows how poetry can stretch and twist the self, and in the end is really a self-absorbed art. And the fact that this poem is about itself is just another nail in the coffin of selflessness.
Mine, mine, mine. Gimme, gimme, gimme. Poetry, because it is a solitary activity for both poet and reader, is a selfish pursuit.
No, no. You're way off. Poetry, because of its roots in language and spoken word, is a collective activity that dissolves identity.