PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Leather back tome, edition unknown,

borne to the air by the snap of an elbow.

Rhetoric's bones, taken and thrown;

ordinance cast like a plague on the townsfolk.

Sage pages turn, phrases flayed by wind,

trajectory foretold by the Truth therein –

ejected like corpses infectious with sin,

falling to crater in cacophonous din.

These walls you have pontificated,

containment made for the liberated mind,

will yield to our elevated kind

as we ascend on the breath of your decline.

We invoke the goddess, Gravity

but offer no tribute to her majesty.

Her tenacity betrays her thirst –

our lessons, like libations made in reverse.