LOST

LOST

we have lost
poetry somewhere
down the line

no subtlety
to speak of
      no time
to let the word
find itself

relish the slow verbs
the ones
in whose nature
much inclination
to digress

and beauty
         what has happened
to beauty in all
its carbon copied, cloned,
photoshopped glory?

our
   idea of beauty
(very idea) is

ugliness
itself