'dead poets society'
society of dead poets
rereading stories of buried writers
those are fertilizing daffodils
feeding the mind with words and ideas
...or poets of dead society
constant fight with humanitarian studies
"not contributing anything to the society"
or maybe everything
essence, the substance of it all
poetry, beauty, romance
those were things we stayed alive for
is there something more to it
when the life we wanted to suck marrow of is dead?
are we dead as a society?
"words and ideas can change the world"
but are they even slightly so powerfull
to bring life to something
that died long ago?
poetry of dead society
portrait of tomorrow that isn't coming.
still we sleep.













