A little less malcontent, but there’s a predictable
bend in it they say: as you thought through more
things, the more of them you saw to be afraid of;
it wasn’t just your state of mind, each other view
focussed on new perspective you could only be
in awe of if aware they existed - true, egocentric
stance excluding you isn’t that novel - tho’ it still
comes home to roost with shocking justification
The me-me as opposed to us-we hub thunders
with empty rhetoric & all definitions reek acridly,
listening with intent tacitly distorted meanings &
shredded ‘em before disagreement revealed it
had never meant that to be the case anyway, a
theatrical whole of bias & all too little, too late
But the settlement’s been paid: sure, there’s a
crude truth in spoils winnowed thru by an extra
hand or two, but them’s th’ breaks; now there’s
these new plans to renovate and a future to be
negotiated with the best mate you’ve ever had
the privilege to share intimate space with …
© 1 March 2015, I. D. Carswell
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