It is hard for the artist to survive is this wordless construct of modern culture
If it were for an architect to design a parameter for earthly display
How would he say he was ravaged by divine design
Driven to succumb by promising accolades from his peers
He presides as defined by a nature as the fourth of manhood from below his knee
It is intellect only that bears you not the burden of a beast
And nature forms for us as the container of our mind
The home of the intellect is foremost when planning the stench of your vital last breath
So tread lightly in your path for you only weigh as much as your feat
Pass carefully over the sodden path you chose beneath your soles
Much time has past since you were here and it cares little
For you.