I want to put beauty down
create nothing more than delicate wonder
with a few simple words
laid down with no force
and no thought
but even beauty now seems to have owners
and whatever I can see
and love
seems to step into the copyright
of an indifferent class
who don’t see what they hold
but keep it in a death grip
nonetheless
And all I still own
is frustration
and anger
that no one values
at least not until markets shift
enough for even that
to be taken away