Poetic Interlude V

DOWN IT SEEMS (2019)

Down among the dead men

The bones are lying low

Not a puff of air is found

But what do I know?

I’m not there

 

Down beneath the gooey pond’s-surface

All kinds of tangled-up-in-green

Not a swirling sound is found

But what do I know?

I can’t swim

 

Down beneath the 60 millionth pebble

Lies more than this – in sand grain

As deeper and deeper it goes

But what do I know?

I’m not a minuscule

 

Down in the heart of that friend

Lies all kinds of things

Thoughts galore I can’t explore

And I never will

But what do I know?

As their mind could be – a vacant lot

 

Down – as down as she could be

And never stirring within

She sits before the counsellor

Lost deep in personal ‘spin’ 

But what do I know?

As I can’t get to – where-to-begin

 

Down a little further – on-down the hill

We stop to count the buttercups

And reprimand the dog

But what do I know?

He might only want to play

 

Down and out upon the sidewalk

Some call it skid row city

He tries to stir us to give him pity

And then his legs to work

But what do I know?

He’s only one of many

 

Down for the last time

On our way to drown

Like masks in Japan

we wear our frown

But what do I know?

I’m last to hit the ground

 

The moral of the story

There might be one

Down among the humans

But what do they know?

Morals are few-and-far-between

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