All Else Corrodes

Do not deteriorate me into a poem.

Yes, I move.  I am

          Moved but I do not ebb and flow by your

          Moods. 

I remain intact despite your efforts at reduction. 

I am truth and if the image

 is distorted, it’s your mirror that is broken. 

                                                                     Beauty cannot be perverted, spoiled or defiled. 

                                                                                                                                     It is

 as I am.

Man’s depravity, adultery has nothing to do with me. 

        Stain not

my words. 

All else corrodes but I cannot be shaken.

                                   The world lays waste, cities crumble,

Motheaten.

     Time

            Eats only man.

              And your poem - faulty, rusted.

I am not a poem. 

I am the Poet.