What it All Boils Down To
Poetry has become
it seems
but one of our new
many sins ..
Each tiny paper note
pinned fresh
to some elsewise
virgin page ..
Each single letter
unique
in its own write,
becomes alive ..
Depicting
as it does, exquisite
yet still
inexcusable guilt
and yes, sublimely ..
Now etched
upon the minds of those
free wretches
and shackled kings divinely ..