Allegory Of The Cave

 He climbed toward the blinding light
and when his eyes adjusted
he looked down and could see

his fellow prisoners captivated
by shadows; everything he had believed
was false.
 And he was suddenly

in the 20th century, in the sunlight
and violence of history, encumbered
by knowledge.
 Only a hero

would dare return with the truth.

So from the cave's upper reaches,
removed from harm, he called out

the disturbing news.

What lovely echoes, the prisoners said,
what a fine musical place to live.


He spelled it out, then, in clear prose
on paper scraps, which he floated down.

But in the semi-dark they read his words

with the indulgence of those who seldom read:
It's about my father's death, one of them said.

No, said the others, it's a joke.


By this time he no longer was sure
of what he'd seen.
 Wasn't sunlight a shadow too?
Wasn't there always a source

behind a source? He just stood there,
confused, a man who had moved
to larger errors, without a prayer.

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