The eternal subjects
as the world has been reduced
to entertainment
But they depend
on the platforms - the content
is never their own
Is it taken away do
they then disappear - as rain
into a drainage.
I see too many
of the details - as the shimmers
of the sky drops
was it acidic then --
none speaks of it now - strange
how it dissapears
out of our minds
from Heirs eyes do they fall
towards the ground.
They think no further
than their sports - ah, which myriads
would have been
in the wilderness
but as a farmers fields was it made
'n harvest comes.
As for this poetry
it matters not - it's in a ditch
noticed by so few.
Forget me not,
as the colosseum melts away
drop by drop,
it lasted so long -
stood there for thousand years
after the senators
gathered in its midst
to debate - until there was
nothing left to say.
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