The House Of Life: Non-Renewal Of Subscription Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Pale Dante Rossetti - wan and intense
(‘Might-have-been, No-more, Too-late, Farewell') :
Upon the beach, nought but a soundless shell
Is left of noble thought and faith's pretence.

Heed me, how pissed off I am old bean:
One moment through thy soul the soft surprise
Of cast up life and its foam-fretted sighs
And next the emptiness where beauty's been.

Mark thine eyes the tweets where that is seen
Which had Truth's form in Lies but by their spell
Are become rampant memes intolerable
Of things best left unuttered, best unseen

And shamelessness spins tides of ignorance
That foul the shore with washed-up bitterness.