Submission - Poetry
19th Century Feeling
This is a 19th Century war, this feeling is
I’ll take your fire,
I’ll take your fire on the frontlines
This is some 19th Century trade, this feeling is
You’ll cancel my debts,
but I’ll give you too much
You only wanted the port, well look what you got
You got quite a lot
And a year without summer, well that’s quite alright
If a volcanic winter leads to summer snow,
I’ll let my cells rupture in a mild frost,
Summer plants aren’t missed ‘til they’re gone
It’s in the words of this song
This is a 19th Century defeat, this feeling is
Delay the battle ‘til the grounds dry
Historians will dispute the time,
they’ll erect the monument before the smoke clears
Before the smoke clears
This is a 19th Century masterpiece, this feeling is
Well, you can study the morgue,
paint recent history if you like,
but I’ll run like a madman, I’ll stay an outline sketch
You can’t be blamed for examining the model before touching brush to canvas
Uprising, revolution, and rebellion could ensue
You chose industrialization
and manifesto
I chose the Great Disappointment
and no pity I seek
Failed prophecies don’t bother me,
mostly ‘cause living’s still fun when prophecies are done
This is a 19th Century revival, this feeling is
wholly amateur in nature,
international in outlook
So no feelings will make merchandise of these beautiful specimens
These remarkable curiosities took nature thousands of years to prepare
And a thousand more to get to know,
A thousand more to know you so.
