The Former Creator Poem by Leon Moon

we have revoked the quick fix
inspiration,
no more will our wisdom lie as prey
uncovering the genius of decay:

we will not force death to chase us
or address it from her cloak
or undress her in air we choke,
purging her means
and folding her arms
in order to be hailed remote.

nor will we resort to the opposite
and express to be praised
for defining number in dents
of silence left by language,
we will not define what we do not know
and claim what wasn't ours to hold.