Mellifluous Madmen
An anonymous melancholy.
The gravity of the question
Met with but the frailty
Of the response, something
Trite about sine qua nons,
Something feeble from
The shibboleths of old...
And that's just when
Mellifluous madmen,
Glint in their eye,
Deliver such gladdening
Tidings, and the fairytale
Lives, for a while,
At least, usurper
Of the breaths of truth...
Then the centuries sigh,
For we choose
To learn so little,
Repeat with abandon...
Holden Moncrieff
Fri 5th Jul 2024 20:50
Thank you so much, Tim, for your thoughtful comment, I really appreciate it! 😊