The Most Fragile Objects On Earth

The Most Fragile on Earth are we, The creative brains, forever enslaved By the jealous mistress, the Muse. We’re the folk Fortune never embraced. Emotions wide open, tears on the ready, A fetish to embrace the senseless pain Of all humanity. We end up most often With angina, the sweet angst that kills. Are we mad, are we magnificent, Neither we nor our readers know. We flaunt not our work, its beauty Keeps us safe and forever on course. From one setback to another, We sail past disaster and honor Our peers who defied misfortune Their poems are of enduring glory. Theirs were the heroic lives Of unmitigated suffering: Long years of want, unmerited Persecution, insults and taunt. We honor them, the poets of our past, Their sacrifices indeed were not in vain. We’ve learnt from them and their work The undying beauty of enduring pain.