Contemplating Those Barbarians At The Gate
Not The Huns
but The Unshave burst through the bronze doors
of The Empire. The city sprawling
with Face-tious whim. Friend then unfriend,
like then unlike, tag then untag – et
ce tera, et ce tera.
The Latin phrase
scattered and mumbling in chunks of marble.Its syllabic frieze –
left shattered by the fray.
And even more un
redeemable:the old ways
of telling time and story,
developing photo or thought.
And then comes the woman
on the corner – a lit professorsome say (both cigarettes and books)
who doesn’t own
a tablet or cell. Unfathomable!
She talks on a landline, listens
to Maria Callas
spinBel Canto on an old
phonograph , (all cherry wood)
and jots things down
with pen or
pencil. Her handwritinga map of script.
All routes leading back
to
A classic mind
in pristine condition –
unswayed.
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