Jones' NoseA Poem by Robert RonnowTheir unspoken opinions are like a pot of unknowable, unnamed meats including skunk parts one morsel of filet mignon Family or workplace longer the hours, years of the living opinions accumulate perception strained through mortality This stew of ethics holds together, blows apart trees, planets, atoms, galaxies on or about year 2000 One must not express the certainty that the child's coma-induced vision of a dead grandparent did not actually happen in heaven One must feign respect for all beliefs however abjectly death denying because they are harmless as ozone zebra xylophone zygote A beautiful day follows on Jones' Nose ripe blueberries, black cherries
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