At least they did one good thing.
It's proved in the depth and the breadth
of this instrument they used to plumb
and pry apart all the relevant lies
and tries and fails in every human
heart that knows
what this song's about.
The rest of their career, hey
I make no claim
but if anyone can look on this
and be sure and secure,
and so unmoved,
that is to each such heart's shame.
It says more about them and their
shameless and blame-free game
than it does about truth or beauty
or good, or anything worth
our attention for gain
in this or any
Neighborhood. They did
one good thing,
at least.
And so we might want to check
out what else they've done, or
sit with this a while, while
we tame as much of this beast
as they've loosed.
It's a longshot, but
by such procedures we might
find peace.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Wednesday, September 02, 2020
At least they did one good thing.
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