The Death of True Beauty

THE DEATH OF TRUE BEAUTY Nothing can climb without falling But the dynamic seems to be descent Industriousness out shouted natures calling Now I can’t find where nature went How many times has that bell tolled? The ringing sounds just like a telephone Recipients, ones who are the bought and sold Buy and sell beyond flesh and bone The pandemic of humanity The ugliest of vanity A city is just another word for insanity I had forgotten the sound of beauty Of the wind strumming the trees I long to soak in the obbligato Of a world before an ear could hear