Observing the vestiges of common humanity
    I am engulfed in processes that are
    reminiscent of the ages when obfuscation
    was predominantly a matter of
    undiscovered science converging into a
    whole entity of wonder about
    what really is and what should
    really be—no matter what anyone said
    regardless of the fact that so much waited
    to be known— .

    Upon which the information age struck with
    a tenacity that propelled us forward into
    the morass in which we find ourselves
    challenged on every hand by the vestiges
    left on the common reality we call, for
    lack of anything new or different, life
    because after all, that’s what it is and
    nothing has really changed though we like
    to think so in the name of progress yet
    a war is still a war, whether with bullets
    or arrows or stones, and the hand of
    the vicious kills as deadly with a knife
    a club, or a gun.

    It isn’t the vestige that matters but the hate
    that left it.


© 2013 NavWorks Press and DE Navarro. All rights reserved.


Published in Dare to Soar, 2013. Available at any bookstore worldwide.

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DE Navarro teaches poetry and runs a poetry WordShop™ at We Write Poetry


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