In Our Little Worlds

Boxed in tight corners of unreality

We believe we know
Understand, perceive
Things greater than
Platitudes served on chafing
Dishes
Forces over which we command

Nothing

Ideas promulgated without censure of
Fact
Yet so certain is our
Conviction
We would defend it, immorally

To the death.


(Previously published in CER*BER*US, XLVII, Fall 2002)

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This is fantastic.Applaud! Applaud! My kind of poetry! Love Duncan
All I can say is that it's the best poem I ever read. I hope I will be able to write like that one day.