Belonging to the Loved Ones

Why make a sound or noiseor do anything to the page?Unison playing from polyphony,music evolves toward simplicity.Gould’s assertion that complexity,NASA, is no more certain than a drunk in his cityweaving, heaving his guts into the gutter;by any measure, evolution’s favored bacteria.Therefore, the earliest poem taking joyin abundant crops and the lover’s body,2K B.C., followed by Yeats’ Lapis Lazulioffers the completest hope to us, easily,for living this life without God’s helpor even probability’s. We meetin the meeting house, argue and pray. We sitwith the dead who gave their genes to whelpourselves. Today, and then, the one question isWhat is the polity’s interest in the private soul?Being free means belonging to the loved ones.O the individual, alone, cannot be whole.Governance evolves to democracy,man accepting sole responsibilityfor his thoughts, his wants, his words. Pure,vibratoless genes from a polyphony of wars.

Robert Ronnow is an American poet who has published four poetry collections: Janie Huzzie Bows (Barnwood Press, 1983), Absolutely Smooth Mustard (Barnwood Press, 1985, originally published as “White Waits”), New & Selected Poems: 1975-2005 (Barnwood Press, 2007) and Communicating the Bird (Broken Publications, 2012). 

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