For today’s users
what is old means nothing
if it’s not remixed —

They pick the bones
confidently salvaging whatever they can
even if it was not what was intended —

The old context
that’s now a rag of skin
around the skeletal neck —

All that’s left is for it
to be torn free
from what still matters —

those shiny bones
that clatter so beautifully
though they used to sing —

No remark upon sadness
or mutilation even if it is an improvement
can be tolerated —

context and the past
will just drag the bones down
into filthy graves —

I am unopposed to progress
Slew my own old dragons in my day
Still do my fair share of junking through them —

but cannot help thinking
of how they once roared
and burned —

were they not
the most lovely horrors
without my meddling —

Perhaps now
it is close to my turn
for the scrapheap —

this must be why I understand
such fires as theirs
and how they turned them against us