Poem: If You Can’t Watch
by Regis Boff
comes with its particular novelty.
While birth plods into life
with a sloppy inaccuracy,
tumbling incoherently through
a thick sticky afterbirth,
while shackled to incomprehension.
Still, we guess birth to be miraculous
while it’s endgame, death
is reviewed as a misfortune,
accompanied by a chorus of “if only ”
and the tardy howls of regret.
But of what good is the marvelous,
if you can’t, watch?
PUBLISHED: June 2, 2017
FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Worlds