I don't pay them any mind.
I just let them disappear.


Time drops by
and carries them off,
and their tedious works
are carried off too, flailing.

The eighteenth century
didn't need to be reprised
after all.

Oh, they were a band
of formal fellows,
and their formality
almost touched me.

But life and art
are about more than etiquette,
and when permitted
to be themselves
they demonstrated
venal tendencies
and abysmal manners.