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Making Much of Little

When reading heralded lines
   I feel I am betraying
        a poetic brotherhood 
           that seems, always, to be
                making much of little:
a scrap, a comment (about a bird, perhaps --
  or a comparison of a worm in the dirt
      to some far-fetched abstraction.)
The humanity we all should share feels
      sorely lacking.  And clumsy, pathetic
              grappling to elevate the lowly 
                    to a semblance of earned achievement
                               (and not succeeding)
                                            demeans us all.  
"Mea culpa!  Ibi dixit."
(I too am guilty.  There, I've said it.)