closure – poems 2 die for

LAST

this should be
my last poem

the process
has become fraught

protection permeable
hostile takeover imminent
constant suppression, much
infiltrating

you look at what
is on this page

ask: is this how
savages, animals
write these days?

and you fighting with every bone,
every breath
for consensus?

so many conceptions, contending
definitions at play

out of this problemmatic
few crossovers, no
idea miscegenation

things you
believed getting tunneled under
tunneled through

and always, still
same overriding question

is this how poetry, a single
poem should look
and then what about

humanity, in what image
a single human?

TO BE FAIR (BUBBLE)

to be fair
not right to condemn you
just so

change your landscape
alter a few
dimensions
can get you

to believe anything
Nietzsche has, I believe,
a clear advantage over Socrates
in sticking with this

caught in your context
lacking the acumen to escape,
or height to
see over the parapet

soon your environment surrounding
you like a hemisphere, a sphere,
a bubble
and that, in truth,
is your whole world

and my world too, and all
our worlds if you had any say in it

not for not speaking and coercing
have you failed in that regard

                 still it sometimes looks
almost pretty, though, observing
from the outside how
        light refracts within
                        your bubble