The Revisionist

The latest revision of this unruly draft
plagiarizes pieces, whole chunks, alas
from the now abandoned previous pass

The carcass, once vibrant and meaty
now quartered with care, leaves little
for the vultures but a dour scent
and some tufts of hair

The new revision is on to something now
it can smell it, the crux of it
oh man, oh wow

But the bits and pieces arrayed
in a flashy, bold new architecture
suggest nothing much new, hint that
another slaughter and rending is due

The latest revision now bears no resemblance
to its ancestors, has seemed to lose the thread
of that something-or-other need be said

Perhaps the current jumble is a total loss
with nothing to salvage, a deposit of dross

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