As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

With #20 we now begin a sequence of poems written in the early part of this year, that I have repurposed from a larger submission. This is a bit political, and involves you having to do the reading. Google is your friend.

Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀


Heraclitus of Ephesus
would have had a moment:

mortal substance desecrated
far too many times to be
anything except intentional:

and you, asking where my home
has gone, it’s double-dipped
beneath your sacred river, son.

Every time the Things are gathered
someone else is redefining terms,

nobody seems to learn, instead
circumventing opposition
when all that’s needed is
a game plan, then the graft.

I understand your point in
current exercise, but nothing

changes until all you do
then all this does: get a clue,
how many times must I step

into the flood
then hope by doing so

those conventional in wisdom
gather again, return to all

their righteous, home.

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