Poem #69

Uncertain that shore waits beyond wave after wave after wave,
This end likely to no end, instead begging strangers in dark cavern academies for proof and purpose,
Wishing in one hand, shitting in the other, and wearing the one that fills fastest.
We have wanted the dawn, been drowned, downed and damned scrambling out of the dark toward it.
Uneducated kin to sickened rabbi vocal coaches, we Athens when we should Pompeii, risk the lasting memory of simple human life.
Airborne scrimshawed hieroglyphs, I never discerned your garbled jib jab.


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