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Old Work Newly Revised

We Are A Kind Of Map


A buzzer-beating three-point shot reveals
We’re born to know our truths about this world,
And so is everything: a fly conceals
Itself till it’s grown wings and they’ve unfurled;
A virus has the key for just that cell
Where it can multiply; that cell, dying,
Creates an army ready to repel
The sudden viral horde or die trying.
Of course that’s metaphor, but not a lie,
Not just a way of trying to impose
Some sense on senselessness, a useless “Why?”
We answer till we like what we suppose.
There’s something might be learned when we’re betrayed
Seeing the world with eyes the world has made.

Changes prompted by comments on a mail list – if I broke it, then I’m the one who broke it.

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6 comments

1 David X. Novak { 02.21.12 at 5:02 pm }

Why wouldn’t you want to even out the meter by making it “and that cell, dying” and “or else die trying”?

2 Mike { 02.22.12 at 12:33 pm }

I thought about that, David, and on that day decided it seemed a neat trick to get 10 syllables and 5 stresses with one of the unstressed syllables shifted out to the two-syllbable end rhyme. Since then, it’s sometimes seemed less clever than I thought that day. I haven’t really decided yet, though today I lean toward your suggestion. We’ll see what happens when I send it out – and I’ll let you know. Thanks.

3 Jack { 03.03.12 at 5:23 am }

“Of course that’s metaphor, but not a lie,
Not just a way of trying to impose
Some sense on senselessness, a useless ‘Why?’
We answer till we like what we suppose.”

Euphony on display. Friggin’ fantastic.

4 Mike { 03.04.12 at 3:35 pm }

Jack, thanks. Sorry it took so long to get back to you — I’m involved in a theater production on top of the band and my job and this relationship biz (she’s in the band and the show, too, and has her own job), and right now days seem damned short.

5 Mike { 03.04.12 at 3:39 pm }

and by the way, I’ve add Type of Jack to the blogroll.

6 taidgh { 03.18.12 at 7:07 am }

Love the poem. Nice sound and imagery. I stumbled onto your blog and love your poetry and music. Just wanted to give you the old heads up and say thanks for the read – a fan from Ireland.

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