former pain

those are the boundaries of former pain
anguish forgotten and then once revealed
given the shape of some monstrous congealed
abortion that has left behind a stain
and odour of which honest sorts complain
while mould and blight have covered all the field
and not a single fruit the trees will yield
the loser is the only one who'll gain
this victory of all has meant the end
of decency and of the best desire
while maggots feast on what is left of art
there are still those who force us to pretend
that there might come again that divine fire
to wake once more the warmth of human heart