Late

The age is late;
Coffee and bread alone sustain life now.
Come into the kitchen
And watch the mistress prepare the repast,
As frail as a life not wishing to last,
Like a candle begging to be blown out,
And dashed onto cruel factory wheels,
Estranged from sages in castles
With their wizened hands blackened by their goose quills

Reviews

[mercy party]

i really appreciated this poem, very unique wording and feel, i also related to it as it created a sense of strife. "cruel factory wheels" was a stand out line.

[Zorrin86]

I appreciate your review and that you got something out of the poem.