Saturday, June 18, 2016
A Poem by Sy Roth
Most everyone does
Plays life on a chess board--
rooks risking baby steps
expendable in a black and red world,
castles straight-lining, yee and haw,
bishops gallivanting in slippery els.
Engorged by justification,
life simply ends in making choices
they matter not
immersion in forever minutia.
need to carry on, cavort,
one follows another,
builds a hierarchy.
Tower of Babel
eating/catching the art of eating
diverting/dodging the flotsam of men,
all mired in various grades and globs of shit,
final photograph of be-smattered headstones.
Polonius grabs the gold ring,
dies behind the arras glib fool--
All is merely a merry-go-round--
pick your horse or whirligig,
spinning and rising and lowering
beneath the crests of ocean waves
to find ways to numb souls.
It's reality that sucks.