We try to extract a meaning

Yet that meaning is not concrete

It is shrouded in ambivalence

And leaves us in defeat

Poetry is hidden

Its nature is enigmatic

Those who attempt to interpret it

Must be anything but pragmatic

The first man expresses his opinion

The second man objects

The third man contradicts, leaving

The fourth man to feel vexed

Alas, there is no answer

Only an equivocal trail

That takes a poem's meaning

And hides it behind the veil