Questions

The first question should have been the last And the last the fifth While we were awaiting the next questions We should have watched out for the last Though embedded within the third question While asking the questioners What emotions they intended to elicit When they asked nude questions Pornographic achievements Of the men of the cloth The only question we needed Was the question of potency The potency of impotent roots Routed through impossible tunnels In the red earth But most of all The questions should have come From the depth of darkness For there lies the birth of thought And recollection of brightness There where we spoke in hidden tongues Yet revealed the mess of the subconscious How many are listed? Are we all party to silence? I hate questions hence my asking none I therefore shan’t respond to any of yours They came with a test paper So they could taste my mental vibrations And drink of the words hidden in my imaginations Whether first or last, There should not have been a question in the first place.