Sinews
Daddy, is that the sinews?
Someone asked the meaning of poetry
And one theory is we’re all a bunch
Of hopeless translators offering up
Best guesses as to what Christ
Was doodling in the dust when
Pharisees brought forth the adulteresses.
The most successful ones
Finish up just before
The wind blows the words away.
Others see it more like blood—
That terrifyingly beautiful fluid
Condemned to carry the mysterious
Substance that somehow
Keeps us all alive.
I have also heard it described
Aphoristically— ars longa, vita brevis.
Other than that
It serves no purpose.
10/29/26
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