Long gone seemingly

I stew in my loneliness

thats where I be

surrounded by white boards And

controversy

who still writes poetry?

in this day and age

of wifi and I clouds
and emf rage

techies are everywhere

a great dictation

prescriptive texts

minus salvation

artless creations

night time  refrains
Apple  and google

and just tighter chains

We all are now prisoners

no poetry

Keats , Newbolt  and Browning

are long gone

seemingly.

The world is being led by the artless

who work without logic  primarily