New Poetry on the Way

Yay!
They're back. I am not crazy about this new one, "Old Song and Dance" by
Kezia Speirs. But whatever. It's still good. Still very, very good.

Old Song and Dance
By Kezia Speirs

We love as though we know not
better. A trick, biology, it claims
more worthy selves and gentler aims
and still this doom is ours. We sought
late wanderings and soft light, dim,
and then the first embrace, the touch
as if those hands were all the world -- for such
their beauty seemed; he carried gods with him.
And these loves, so celebrated, sung
so painted, danced, idolatrized, these scenes
are but the tantrum of our genes,
which we their slaves embellish -- strung
like puppets, till they break their strings
and all that's left are our own imaginings.

Thanks a lot Waun for typing it on his Blackberry. Dude, there is nothing unmanly about poetry.