Oh, we failed, brothers
we failed allright
there is not a bit of glory
any one of us here can claim.
Gay or Spartan, agnostic or devout,
the trick is really to
leave most of that out.
The small percentage of cleverness in some of us
is mostly to blame.
We try for an appearance
of gentlemanly exchange,
state pointedly and often
but soften with apostrophe.
Swords touching as measuring of respect,
re-scabbarding goes undetected;
fear behind these covering rituals
remains unacknowledged.
It seems the angle that we lean against is
becoming more obtuse,
from much too casual use
of unqualified reminders
heaving us only illogical soup
to feed this small inquisitive group;
losers who came here hoping we could
make them finders.
On adjacent summer afternoons
we found complacent shade,
let ourselves be lulled almost
eventually to sleep.
We put down the tools of decent men
soul and spirit spent by then,
wondering what else to jettison,
and what to keep.
- Author: Dan Williams ( Offline)
- Published: October 10th, 2024 23:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Just something conjured while sleepless.
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Comments3
We need to see what is happening in our lives Dan and look for a better way to move forward.
Andy
Bravo
I know Dave that poems can be taken many different ways by readers and so this is probably not what you intended but what I saw. I heard this as a proclamation against political correctness and having to sheath our swords, the cowardice involved. Softened language all of which leads to compacency lulling us to sleep over what the real issues are (that can not be discussed any longer) We don't even know what we can talk about anymore and we end with an illogical soup. Going to Fav this one based on the subject matter and I think you did a politically correct wording to make it cryptic enough to be acceptable
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