I brought reason to the table thinking
It would be helpful and thought so,
But it has not been received as well as
The drama that stirs men's loins and women's
Whatever is so stirred the same or not
That being an issue of our times and for
All times probably considering that God
Had a mother – we suppose – and my
Reason is not viewed as a path to salvation
Or the solution to the problem or problems
That we face, having created them ourselves
and their being so big, so huge, so beyond our
control because we cannot control ourselves
and my being poor is not seen as bad but just
a limitation unknown to the rich who have
what they need and much more and power and
the right stuff and lots of stuff and too much of
everything so that we cry out for food where
there is too much food and we cry out for safety
where everyone lives in a castle or fortress of one kind
or another and we do seem to me to be forever
struggling with how will we ever capture the secret
of the self-destruction that we see and feel coming
and watch and ingest like a play, a dinner,
a spectacle, a parade, a program, a vacation trip,
a film, a story, groceries and furniture to be unpacked
and sorted and placed, all to be included in the
immeasurable flow of our trash, our waste, all that
becomes waste which is all that was begat by our
ancestors, by us, who are ancestors to those who might
follow us and wonder.
We long for permanence but we bring the permanence
We shout across the universe that we want peace above
All else, but just in case our peace is not available
We have in stock the means for permanent death.
To be clear, all I wanted was truth and beauty,
But the response to my request was not what I wanted.
The way eternal rebuked me.
A teacher said "The way eternal has no name," and I said
That if the way eternal is not my eternal name then
The name eternal shall have no way.
Let the empty cruelty of silence be my eternal peace.
Let there be no remnant nor record of either good or evil.
Erase all that is.
Let there be neither glory nor embarrassment.
God taught us to be kind and therefore let us act
Accordingly: God, you are forgiven.
John Manimas Medeiros, June, 2023
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