Lost Varieties

They'd given love away, you see.
To live within their plastic dreams.
Molded into lost varieties.
Branded by man's vast insanity.
Worn and bruised. Too often used
to satisfy a momentary pleasure.
Tested, measured, and found wanting.
Experimental measures flaunting
yet another strain of great disease.
But their efforts never really seemed
to please the gathering.
Misfits living in a cage.
While all the many others raged,
pretending to be friends.
Not belonging anywhere within
the schemes of power's hierarchies.
Deleted by the dilettantes.
Shrunken by the dried out fonts
of ink turned crusty on a crumbled page.
A species that outgrew their nature's stages.
Imagining an age of symmetry
where discordant notes would turn to harmony.
With no effort on their part, of course.
Thinking they could own the energy.
The signs of death were multiplying.
Divided by the walls within their minds.
No more to seek. No less to find.
With acid, they had turned e'en justice blind.
And sat upon their metal scales of wealth.
Enveloped by the truth of growing old.
No wisdom sprang up from their great denials.
The trial had been fixed. The jurors paid.
The heavy work was all left for the maid.
They never dreamed that she would run away.
Ignoble symbiotic bonds
of social cast and aching favor's sway.
They never tried to find a better way.
For they'd given love away, you see.
To live within their plastic dreams.
Molded into lost varieties...

? Michaelette ?

6/17/2005
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