History' broken columns cannot be restored.
Our current age is content to surf over chaos.
Time is a mere plaything for this generation.
We have lost touch with the gods and teeming nature.
We can longer trace things back to their origins,
Now illusion is conflated with reality.
No - one, not even a poet, artist or prophet
Can piece back together Life's inconsolable
Fragments. All we can do is witness events,
As they unfold, and faithfully mirror them.
Great poem filled with many thoughts and imagery Dominic and with regards to your inspiration for your fine modern write, Jean Baudrillard I have heard of him but have never read him. Perhaps one day I'll do this man justice. A full score on this one Dominic and added to my favs. Take care.
Now illusion is conflated with reality. No - one, not even a poet, artist or prophet Can piece back together Life's inconsolable.....yes; beautiful inspirational writings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you both for your kind and perceptive comments...much appreciated. I love dystopian fiction. However, when it then starts to become a reality I get very worried indeed!