What Matters

Sure, I know where we live in this material world 

& the joke’s this, we’ll come back to it, rest easy; 

there’s no consequential evidence other than us 

which must upset the godly set - who’ve avowed 

it’s someone else’s problem, because they didn’t 

reject an objective they’d insist made only belief 

rational; that is a hard one - we didn’t collectively 

create that idea, but a few persuaded some who 

accuse our sense of belonging if we don’t agree, 

and I won’t because an amalgam of what I am’s 

experiences relevant to what matters to me and 

you will forget your after-the-fact predilectioning, 

seriously; be assured - I‘m writing poetry as the 

someone who gives a shit about belonging too - 

but not necessarily to what you think matters … 

© 16 December 2015, I. D. Carswell