POEM: Behind Glass

As advertised, I am watching behind glass screen,
As I crush that which I had intended to love.
Whilst it took a lot to watch that first flower wilt,
It takes less and less to observe each new rot.

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My peculiar product is in no high demand,
And I make half-hearted, half-cocked,
Attempts to dissuade potential investors,
But we come all the same.

I imagine some better practitioner,
Perhaps in love, forced to watch as I,
Diligently detached, ply my methodical trade,
Caring only for the whims of the plague.

Perhaps I, the listless driver, will break his spirit,
Using only my shuddering backbone.
And what of her? She is an equal,
In equal contempt.