The Naked Old Men Against The Fading Twilight Poem by RIC BASTASA

i tried to capture
what is beautiful in the
form of some words
i am a failure
the words are holes

beauty fell off from
a structure
scaffolds are static
in their
useless fingers.

beauty takes the form
of a slippery bird
colors radiate and had
become too hurting
to the ambitious hunter.

it flies away from me
letting the remaining silence
grow like a radioactive
mushroom

and it is annihilating us
all
stupid old men standing
naked
on fading twilight.