Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

The Little Man

There’s this little man
        we had a conversation,
   spouting this ,
         spewing that,
testifying our experiences
   in the indiscretions of life.
As our hysterical, heretical
   ranting
     coalesce in the ears of others
we became a gathering,
    reaching resolutions
       to problems of the masses,
           improving our own worth.

That was when
   we were struck between the eyes,
stopped in our tracks
and as our epiphanies dissolved
the bellowing began,
    “What is the meaning of this,
      under who’s authorization
           was this done,
     why are you here?”
People started
   to break off from the fringes
but the little man spoke up
          wondering
    “Why is it a problem
  that we gather,
      we have solutions,
  we want to be heard.”

The ground shook
    with low rumbling laughter
and the little man disappeared
as with others to his prior
     and I ask
          “Why,
why are they scared
        of solutions
we find without permission?”

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