Belonging to the Loved Ones

Why make a sound or noise

or do anything to the page? 

Unison playing from polyphony, 

music evolves toward simplicity.

Gould's assertion that complexity, 

NASA, is no more certain than a drunk in his city

weaving, heaving his guts into the gutter; 

by any measure, evolution's favored bacteria.

Therefore, the earliest poem taking joy

in abundant crops and the lover's body, 

2K B.C., followed by Yeats' Lapis Lazuli

offers the completest hope to us, easily, 

for living this life without God's help

or even probability's. We meet

in the meeting house, argue and pray. We sit

with the dead who gave their genes to whelp

ourselves. Today, and then, the one question is

What is the polity's interest in the private soul? 

Being free means belonging to the loved ones.

O the individual, alone, cannot be whole.

Governance evolves to democracy, 

man accepting sole responsibility

for his thoughts, his wants, his words. Pure, 

vibratoless genes from a polyphony of wars.