History

"same name, same theme as an earlier poem, but this more towards the writer, poem that prompted the thought'

In time to come tomorrow shall look back

and stammer over everything sooner --

History, grasping and desperate to absolve

itself of the age-old inflammations,

will doubtlessly dig and delve into the red ribbed

dirt of Demeter’s quarrelsome nursery

to illustrate the godly roots of man’s nature --

why my scantily clad arts were always suspect,

too timid to endure a life outside

the musty hothouse of parchment towers.

Hailing Ceasar, I’m greeted by the numeric force

of Crowe and Pitt, glorious George --

wikis, pizza, roulette, a curious cocktail --

then radio silence. Pages and pages ad infinitum …

 

Not even a wisp of the Cavalier’s Claudius,

Romans whispering of dark and deadly deals.

 

After Rober Lowell ‘History’

Ken e Bujold