Sacred Literary Massacres

Subversive acts of language slip through,
navigate in throes of destruction,
genre-busting and unpleasant to polite company.
The table of propriety rocks beneath them.
Teacups break.
Doilies are ripped asunder.
Rules of application find their place
in so many trash heaps.
The scavengers will feast tonight.
There is no rescue from the
shattered forms of those who
set the boundaries and sanctify them.
Boundaries were made for crossing,
walls to be scaled,
barricades to be bombed to bits.
There will be subversive acts of language
corrupting the elegant lines of formula.
Choke on this poison and scream.