
JUSTICE TO THEM


TO BE SURE
rejoice;
beware!
something
out there
a new
continent
as yet
undiscovered?
unnamed
asteroid;
new
planet?
something which
we found
found us
bound to change
everything
bringing, to be sure,
greatness and goodness
for
all mankind!
rejoice!
beware
something out there
already, to be sure
new planet
new continent
near
as it is far
BACK TO
I was back to
the futured
to my
old university
one of those ribald
dreams where
the basic narrative comes
courtesy of
capitalist content creator
and there I was
both ancient alumnus
and yet feeling
the total freshman
all my higher degrees
revoked
on grounds of
relevancy
struggling in the climate
contrasts to make
my way both
upstream
and downstream
intellectually frigid, frozen
broken
desperate to
if not remake
at least
reshape
the wheel
whilst the Sun scorching brains
leering contemptuously
through
the stratosphere
protoype for every
god Emperor, every golden
King
and, yes, indeed
I am afraid to add, every
trivial
trivial Dean
as I made my way through
the panoply of departments
renamed
where not structured entirety
every theory
so local, limited, narrow
yet
same same-same
not of the intellect
but of ideology
servile, appeasing, without
a mind
to contemplate thought
of difference, thought
of resistance
triumph of appearance
and death of shame
back futured, back dated
limbo lateral
shifted
what else should I say?
BUT THE SYMMETRY IS PERFECT
and now we
know that horror
the depth and extent of
its shadow
cast forward in time
for over eighty years
but time
future and past
it is all meaningless
relative
is thing of moment and instant
running forward and back
causality, karma, punishment
for those beyond time
who escape the limits
of our bound
wisdom
racing
helter-
skeltet to collapse, inescapably
fast-erroding
know that shadow forward
is also
shadow back
and your horror now
is your horror then
we see
no sense, no logic,
but the symmetry: this is perfect