Truth

And then at the maximum point Of the graph of my life function I met Seemorgh. I opened his tome of wisdom And pondered the other meanings Of human words. I had to descend heavily, Plumes flown away, Afterwards, to the earthen plane Wherefrom I had just risen up To see the plainsmen still mixing Green with crimson. After I had visited Him, I had no right to order them. I locked my tongue Lest I might vex The great painters, And left them all To suffer under their burdens— Worthy tableaux wrapped in white shrouds. I was an old wolf mocked by dogs; And indifferently watched the ants Nest on my skin; And shared with flies The morsel I had in my mouth. And then I was an unseen truth. December 1980 No comments, please!