Reject This
by Cam M. Roberts
As it is awoken from the nothing
to the imperative end-all-be-all,
it is verily spoken in various forms: No.
Rejection,
Lordy, irony, come to think of it, rejection
has no valence to what it evokes, not the slightest convergence
from trigger to subsequent heap, like a crack in the suction:
It embraces the cast of regret and the mold of ignorance.
A little bit is always too much and it’s never used
in the same breath as enough.
It’s barely ignored, but instead, acknowledged, it seems,
by all of creation, only regretted a bit
from the ignorance of what was unknown at the time –
Through the hole in the air, you hear it despairingly:
On earth as it is in heaven, within the Kingdom
whereas a new hell is made anew,
You can hear it in the silence, the faint sounds
of the passing day, the noise a house
makes throughout the night, be it the flocks
of over-populated geese shitting on windshields,
or the makeshift colony of fire-ants
digging deeper in the earthen ritual.
An afterthought invoking empty consolations
from the masses, “what a bunch of motherfuckers,”
You think. A horde of bless your hearts, crossed fingers
stiff behind exo-skeletal shells of fool’s gold fakery, as if they
were a shit-house baker of insects, a worm-religion to drive them home
minus their dogmatic backbones, only fatty-acids
churning in their varicose thoracic veins, biting down
thereon the bottom lip, and the vice-grip pliers
far from being any semblance to the jaws of life –
Evidenced in alienation & distance,
your testimonies give worship to the darkening days – Still becoming,
But the glimmers of hope come when the light commences at dawn,
staring you down like some strange voyeur fascinated by your grief.
Powerfull! Thanks for sharing this poem!
Love the witty title and the line about mf’ers – clever!
Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
As usual….. Well written.
“enough” – that word just made my heart skip a beat. Very well placed.