Modernisthmus

Where was it one first read of the
Word edentate, the
Soft Castilian the the?

The young blossom of putrefaction
In the kohl-lined cafe eyes
Later interviewed in age.

The era had a narrow waist.
Childishly, you grew to trace
How it flared from corsets

Trailing the rest of the animals,
Every last one of them long
Dead now, the very

Modern moderns who
Were young and bohemian
Bourgeoisie

Just a century or so
Ago, daring then, then
Edentate, then gone, pieties.