The Romantic Age Versus

The Metallic Hummingbirds,

or How Fuddy Dud Joins

the Resistance

I’m somewhat prone

to an archaic language.

Lest we forget,

it rhymes best.

This modern language

cuts like an ax,

is clean as a whistle, etc.

A drone hovers.

(We lie prone

in our covers,

imagining nothing.)

Clean and quick

is the new barbaric.

This article appears in June 2012.