Thursday, January 21, 2016

DIRGE FOR IRONY

Between the ought to be and is
Lay an unnavigable gulf
Meanwhile territories became truncated
As each sought a stake in their turf
Language collapsed inside out
And the stratum of emptiness , putrid
Became, in the absence of a core
Home, for rationalizations , lurid
Everything, in the spirit of its underside
Showed , beneath the soul, a posterior
Feces of nothingness spattering
Motivations, ignoble and ulterior
The idealist shakes his head wistfully, the pragmatist smiles on
Making it up as life goes along, becomes a fulcrum thereon