oldtime
1%
Mayan urine fertilizes later
ladders stretching long their loathsome letters
claiming ancient altars lurid, lucid,
luring scheme with skein of dream of dripping
need, heedless how such flowing flux first formed
magic pattern, this from that, these from those,
supposing whim could bend that then to now,
somehow, without the know which even young
the apprentice knew, hoping only urge
would do for making new their ugly sheen
of old adieu, thus keeping rich the few,
removing scent of fecal when they poo,
and still they reach to rip and reap our heart
in mind, destroying clime and parsing time,
they’re always grabbing at what’s yours, what’s mine.
– Smith, 11.27.2013
newtime – fotosmith
