|A new poem, written this morning…..
THE DEATH OF TRUTH
Jan. 16, 2010
How can I explain that which I do not understand?
How can I place a finger to the heartbeat where no heart doth beat
How can I dip and scoop up and hold there land that is nothing but sand
That filters through fingers yet I stand and cry out with one simple demand
Hush, sweet quiet.
For simple quiet, yes, blessed sweet quiet
Not threatened by any bastard’s hand
for peace within, a place, a tranquil mind
wherein I might simply stand free and find
a means to turn off this fire this mental heat
Before it consumes all consciousness, devours the child that once lived here
Gone from this place
Left no lasting trace
But driven out with unfettered fear
Of unknown threats sure the world would beget
And died with not a one present at deaths door who shed a tear
A lonely simple salted dew
To leave a line made up of true
Upon soft flesh of cheek while thoughts
swirl, sad, lost and lonely thoughts
I stand poisoned now unable to explain that which I cannot understand.
Copy write by Gordon Kuhn