Broken Legs-
the marble table has dipping to the floor
Once it carried the majesty of the sorrow-world
Placed under watch
among brunets and blondes it dined greedily
No such pride the other colours suffered with ease
Its marrow melts
Beerbellied worm munches away fibre and hole
Aqueduct unexpected the great engineer has bult
Mirror shine
Enrobed with putti, garlands & hyacinths
Our trust in new adage will never break- elysium!
Michael Witkowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prelude-to-my-decay-a-chain-of-ritornells/
