This Middle Rung
In ignorance, bliss!
This bottom rung,
we speak as we choose
and that gets the job done.
Yes, ignorance mired
in language unkempt-
the parlance of paupers,
ill-regarded, undreamt.
In tolerance, wise!
This highest rung-
we speak as the learned
and get the job done.
Where lofty words sing
amidst high-minded mind-
the old tongues of conflict,
new tongues now refine.
In limbo, angst!
This middle rung-
the higher won't save us,
the lower we shun.
Just enough rope payed out,
just enough slack-
For me and Pygmalion
to launch our attack.
~TH~ 2015
http://wrongwaywriteway.com
Copyright © Tom Hitt | Year Posted 2015
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