There’s nothing to understand,
you finally understand,
awareness serving us watered-down drinks,
perspicuity giving the masses a mouthful,
contemplation another word
for being asleep at the wheel.
“Discernment of spirit,” you said aloud,
strolling through unencumbered estates,
whistling past a graveyard,
your head firmly shoved into your hat
and all about you the divine horror
adding to the general confusion
with its bad science and inaccurate facts;
the way your preacher would tell you one thing
while meaning another.
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a Pushcart nominee with over a thousand poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle, and the North American Review. His books are The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press), An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy (Cawing Crow Press) and Like As If (Pskis Porch), all available via Amazon.
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One thought on “Understood”
I like your poem. Read it three times.