A loud thought

We

are the only creatures

that are meta

Supposedly

as in Assumption

Anthropologically

or making

Anthropocenes

and calling it

as though It is

Fragmented-

they said

I was

Funny,

that is my poetry showing

if you have a sense of humor

or comical elbow

you know

jabs are blunt

This specific species

doesn’t understand

All 

parts as a whole

some were mystified

and thought the Art clever-

Others never

see the holes

by volume of alibis

Let’s confess,

if it bleeds it needs

Compression

another way to say

another need-

                      to say.


Painting by John Michael Wright [Public domain], Portrait of a Lady (17th century) via Wikimedia Commons.

One thing at a time

Looking at parts of the hole
I see
minuscule matters
and things such as these
meta seek and micro zoom
You said and I said
We mean
the small pieces, by letter
one
It's hard to hear
the echo is blurry
what do you see
in the closeness?
One
there are clouds
clods of dirt and minerals
gems, fools gold
made into shiny clay
by the minuteness of
concentration
pulled into Virga
amounting to nothing
but the pressure to become
one
haboob
passing through
what was
once
a lush landscape.


Image by Grant W. Goodge, NASA, in N. Caroline, Virga from atop Flat Top Mountain.