“Oh, Yes, We Knew”
Oh, yes, we knew. We might have risked the whole
On one more question, poised, composed, and right
Out loud for what and whom we were; a greater insight,
A finer vision bathed in brilliance to decorate some tree with cosmic gold;
A smoother season’s landing, home and homeless at last, within
Delusion’s bubble. Perhaps the stars are messages
Of hope, more probably self congratulations, potent presages
Of comimg spring’s grave new world’s blooming’s apathy. Begin
Again, but, no. We knew where this was going and where it’s been. Now
There are no mysteries left, nothing to hide, nothing to deny. We knew
Before the First Noel what it was we could but wouldn’t do.
You knew it…so did I, and yet so certain once again that somehow
We’d escape the shafts and stony paths, overlooked, freed
From gravity, free to gaze a while on tinsel, tiny coloured lights,
…and unmitigated slavery.