the day of the isaw

the day of the isaw has faltered
gone like a distant memory
untouchable, scathed, irritating, haggard

the day of the isaw has faltered
noone dares to grin over its personage
light has dimmed
over its pungent aroma
and the gods, forsaken its soul

the day of the isaw has faltered
memories a drift in a primordial pool
of jaunt, wit, dirt, angst
what is asked of us
but the saddened understanding
of nothingness
gone are the days of the isaw
alone
untouchable
scathed
unloved
burgeoning silence.