loss of language

Loss of Language


I looked up and many years had gone
a span of time unbridgeable; a new
world and to it I was a perfect stranger.
The verbs I had tried to make sense
and harmony of, were obsolete; a new
language based on text messages has
made me a reading analphabet, and
special jargons, based on the internet,
has made me into a fossil laughed at
by technocrats and small children.
My work pine in a drawer marked
poetry, written on sepia paper, pale
words forever unread, still, they will
make a beautiful bonfire come May.