snippets

knowledge is being trimmed

razors cut up sonnets, and soliloquys

novels become novellas, then snippets, 

then an AI paraphrase

words pronounced.  Correctly!

a chorus of hollow words echo 

in cement block rooms

   they call this "literacy"

classic novels fade yellow

pages fall

to empty bookroom floors

trodden on and swept away

 - slow motion Fahrenheit 451

the tired monk looks on

with sad eyes

and writes a new song

unwound

i)

tattered

ragged Jets cap

sun and sweat bleached

one can barely make out the team colours

in his hands 

a few last remnants

of his wire spool

40 years unwound

project after project

a beautiful metal metaphor

ii)

the sky is grey

pools of water 

a hill of dirty snow melts

a few slow tears fall

a deep gut soul lament

sometime tears are prayers