DELVING: A POEM
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!