DIG

DIG

dig deep enough
and
for this moment,
for God’s and.
all our
sakes

forget your pretensions
of becoming a gentleman
recent
     revelations have
proved that tribe extinct

quibble with me if you must
temper getting frayed
delving
     into dissonance
sounding like
a squiggling saxophone
as Wallace,
    high priest of poetry and
its elite gatekeeper
might have said

but there
of a sudden, shovel scrapes,
spade makes good
motherlode
of dirt
    and debauchery

low organs finding it
hard to be
their own
true selves in
the highest places
searching for
compliance, rule
by fear, a
surrendering niche

calling it
     by its name, spadefuls
of names
as we begin
excavating

proof
     that nobody is above
but then the
below

happens to be worse
than you thought
anyone can go

and yet
     you found this treasure
only to get
it crime scened
with all
that that means

knowing
the sick beating heart
of this
corruption

intense as demons
we will still dig
indeed keep digging

for God’s and
all our sakes
we have nowhere left
to go