What shall comfort us creatures
and offer salve to our sorrow now?
Never those pubescent-speaking
military men who merely glance
in lieu of glaring. Never those
revolting, crippling contrivances
that never set eyes on spirits on
solid ground, nor infantries, trust-
worthy, uninformed in uniforms;
infectiously inexperienced.
Corruption begets corruptions,
atrocity reciprocates atrocity.
What prevailing evil winds &
complicitous joining of forces
might accomplish, alleviating
the longings of the pauperised
for despots to transfer loathing
into power, we will never come
to fully comprehend.
Hell! Even Mephistopheles lurks
in some shadow of doubt. Our
peripheral vision is veiled if we
fail to wince, hesitate to take
a breather, ruminate, and look at
the larger panoramic view.
Everything is labyrinthine.
All seems crooked, convoluted.
Nothing at all is ever deliberately
straight forward.
Gregory Wm. Gunn grew up in small towns throughout Ontario before moving to London in 1970. Writing for over thirty years, he is most passionate about poetry. To date, Mr. Gunn has had poems published in Inscribed Magazine, Green’s Magazine, The Toronto Quarterly, Yes, Poetry, Wordletting Magazine, Songs for Every Race, Ditch Magazine, Ascent Aspirations, Steel Toe Review, Carcinogenic, The Light Ekphrasic, Cyclamens and Swords, et al. Also published are five collections of his selected poetry.
