At the Height of Decadence.
It-is right to give thanks.
As a result it-is right
Especially because the spread
Of change makes multiple causes.
Cuss these comprehensible clauses
Exchange pompous notes to bed
Week’s weakly lament despite
Nature’s developing syntax.
Language changes vernacular
Gestures; that prostate the throat
It is right to give thanks
And it’s right to be punctual.
At the height of decadence
We’d treat language in pedigree
Then watch the rosettes age
Bespatter in its bowl.
We’d eat the words
That lies soft in the throat
And every morsel masticated
Cause of rank, vowel and implosion.
Is it right to speak of decay;
Within a cultural bowl of hay,
Boxed in, displayed in,
Gaelic plurals and French negatives?
The ten fold turgities of style
Feathered the tones depth
Within a wave of miscegenation
From social, Political Prestige.
Author notes
This poem is from reading Jean Achison's Langauge decay. My interpretation of Language and it's decay has been interlinked with this idea of crufts (a dog show) and the responsibility within the whole thing.
A contest entry
- The poetry of body language by Aura of night.
375 points, ended January 18, 2008, 8 entries
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