Vestiges

Vestiges

Enjoying the verities of common reality
I sit enhanced by processes that are
Reminiscent of the ages when obfuscation
Was predominantly a matter of
Undiscovered science converging into a
Whole entity of wonder about
What really is and what
Should really be– no matter what
Anyone said regardless of
The fact that so much waited to
Be known.
Upon which the information age struck with
A tenacity that propelled us forward into
The morass in which we
Find ourselves– challenged on every
Hand by the vestiges of the common reality
We call, for lack of anything new or different,
Life, because after all, that’s all it is and
Nothing has really changed though we like
To think so in the name of progress yet
A war is still a war, whether with
Bullets or arrows or stones, and the hand of
The vicious kills as deadly with
A knife, a club, or a gun.
It isn’t the vestige that matters but
The hate behind it.

                             June 2005