Abstractions

Lithesome words like ‘love’, ‘loyalty’ And ‘liberty’ Lie, like mollusks on the sea Bed; closed clam shut Not revealing Anything but An unctuous feeling And when prized open By a devouring question The contents give one Indigestion. So let’s not swallow Such squirming terms These loathsome, lithesome, worming words. Meaningless and absurd But if they are our sole default, Let us take them with a pinch of salt. © Barry Freeman – 18th September 2020