delicacy

Your words are ancient artifacts, drops of a drowning history

You fingers scuttle, skimming pages of scripts and manufactured skips

Your hair twists, your shoes tip, your collar brushes up

against your cheek and you are so

delectable. 

The crowd lays their long eyes upon you

Taking in your venue 

your vase of veneers and fractalled faucets

from which the drip of wit spills out 

on your tongue like a sneer.

You will save our fractioned generation,

generate the motive and question the forced framing

floating through your hall of fame

faces, names,

frightful refrains

what once was and won’t will be

Award your crowning jewel 

to your reflective hue

and ponder pensively perpetuity

like Narcissus over the 

welling river. 

And you are so

delectable.