There’s Nothing There

Would you make apology
for being right because your
ideology proclaimed you
had the dogma wrong?

It hardly seems a plight
to bear; I mean you’re right,
right there, right where you stand –
and there it is, that stance,

that lean and hungry sneer
you wear when you are right.
Christ, I hate that sight,
the arrogance – but you are

right – you termagant,
you are right and I am wrong.
So I’ll iron the cloth, I’ll wear
the cross, I take the wash

and bear it as my livery;
I swear I’ll even clear the
very air – and yet you say
there’s nothing there!
© 29 March 2007, I.D. Carswell