DELVING: A POEM

BY

MATTHEW SOAMES

Delving.

Found the secrets of the vipers

In plain view.

In empty blue nothingness!

Why, anything, anything at all can be found if you

Want to find it – if you want to put the time and energy

Into finding it, as I did.

But, as my allergy

Had acted up again, in my house I stayed, where I rid

My mind of boredom and of the rest:

Strode out to the last field, the Blue Nothing

Where much can be made, perchance you invest.

Twas there I found accounts

By my fellow comrades, of days past and present:

So much information: like endless water founts

They spouted their authors opinions, my observance present.

How foolish they were, to "post" such things!

Reveal these "posts" to our superiors, I did,

And whaddyouknow, they all grew wings

(Or they might as well have) and threw me in a coffin: closing the lid,

One shouted "traitor!" and that was that was that was that.

What the hell. Better luck next go-round!