as fictional things often do <br />I without knowing anyone longer <br />and no one imagined it away <br />and pieces polluted with everyone <br />lesser affairs to wrest implacable mind <br />you taught me of the hopeless pocketful <br />life lived simply more <br />and heart was more complex <br />than rent paid to a ruined artifact <br />you laid it all out but the brass name plate <br />and those to which I led you <br />they all believed you <br />to teach the willing lost <br />gone they were, and beautiful <br />lost rooms confounded whatever mattered <br />and if ever I stumbled in front of a pew <br />no whored train led quite the same to you<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ruined-beauty/
