Duly, a poem.

[theseason]

The Modern Sonnet

Hot breeze and crumbling weeds oversee the living,
decadent in their cozy slaughterhouses-a new
fashion of desert-living, free from yesterday
and its callow fears. Turmoiled brushes paint
the empty landscape. Mutilated hearts tear
at media made for death, and Man outlives
his usefulness to this world. Step beyond
the sorrow, and into the night; it is truly night.

Decadent fashions crumble into weeds.
The living tear the mutilated sorrow. Man,
free from usefulness, empties the landscape,
and yesterday’s callow breezes step into turmoil;
torn from crumbling hearts and made into death:
painted sorrow and death; it is truly night!

For you:

"Slices of tomorrow, seeds of yesterday"