Reason

As evidence is marshalled through time,
As the biases of an age are criss-crossed
Against those of another, as the dots
From precedents rush towards their
Syllogistic antecedents drawing a fine
Iron line through time, the ascetic,
the reactionary and the entitled can spew
Bile, raise hell, cry foul, the tiny dots
Persist in connecting: this much is certain.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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