• x_eden 67w

    L. (decay)

    When did poetry
    become hors d'oeuvres,
    digestible in a glance?
    When did the best line
    become the only line,
    the only step in the dance?
    Words with a lifespan of centuries,
    condemned as background fixtures,
    for would-be Homers to stitch
    into filtered pictures.

    What have I become.

    - hollex