Repost: Prelude to Redemption

much younger now
we the poets
of the brave new race

killing each other
with manufactured nuts
and bolts

we are a generation
of serpent-tongues
and x y z

impatient
with the oldspeak
of post & neo-modernism

our poems
consumable fast-foods
bonsaic

haunted by memories
of punctuations and histories
of metres and rhymes

we live our lives
in penthouses of Ivory Towers
reaching it through a backdoor

we are the shadows
of the elders we stabbed to death
chewed and spewed the pages of their soul

to paint
a translucent image
of our selves

to sign
our signatures in time
and redeem our Adamhood