Elitist

Words fall and seal and stall,
then sprout and grow
into bushes and trees
bearing fruit high and low
with great ease,
that falls and ripens in ditches
and soon rots with disease.

Of course, you must set your pitches,
be quick, clever and wary,
but you say you trust
yourself with what's rubbish
and know what's contrary.
When you leave the High Table
from which you feel banished
you're feared.

Yet outside your world will have vanished.
Life is dripping from branches unstable
and tarnished it appears.