it is as you say

Are you
A boy scout
Are you
A setter with
A strong sense of smell
Are you self-loathing
When the search
refuses to abandon
your name
aren’t you
the innocence
of curiosity when
curiosity in its innocence
asks difficult questions


in congress the sages sit
in congress the couples sleep
before the answer
comes the inquest
before juvescence comes
unrest over barabbas’s weeping fit
troubling all both them
who do and those that don’t
know anything about it


write then about
sunrise of
exploding dawns
in gentle skies
at night also
let it pour over
ruinous daybreaks
and desultory twilights
go to the lighthouse
when the sun is
sinking and take
a long look at darkness
across an emptiness
lit by a searchlight