POEM: Never Wanton Too Leave

In the tree of
I take my leave
Looking not
To politicians, generals, celebrities, or philanthropists
For salvation
Re-lying not
On triangulating hourly opinions
In gluttonous
That fuels no bodies everywhere
But their own
Leaning not
On skulking intelligence
And hulking legions
Bulwarking the eternal fewed
With the shock and of epic fauxs
Not giving my nod
To looking glass likenesses
Endorsing make up
For broken weighs of
Nor counting on
Oversized purses
Itemizing riddled coffers
Curmudgeoning us to
Only bequeathing
Close-fisted sermonettes
Instead
I look to
Neighbors
As well as I kin
And friends in deed
ways in
So gorge us
Prone to gentleness
To won another
A parent
And a peer
In our wake
We gather intimately
Cultivating our bounty
Where everyone is a head
And strangers honor guessed
Only kneading dough
To break bread
Round the table
At know
Turing on us a test
Knot on your
Leaving no one behind
Never wanton too leave

This poem strikes again at my frequent theme of the versus the meaningful, pitting the and forces of the against more intimate and personal ways of relating to one another.  The poem also intimates the bounty of healthy human that wins hands down (and fists down) against lesser machinations of the , , famous, and monied.

I feel obliged to disclose the most obscure pun in this poem, lest it be gravely mistaken as a typo or such.  Turing on us a test is an alliterative pun for turning (e.g., turning the tables), but also a reference to the Turing test which is used to distinguish a human being from a machine (human intelligence versus ).

I find the notion that humans are just complicated dirt as both bizarre and dangerously .  If cannot distinguish between itself and inanimate matter, then we should hold very little expectations for humans and any higher potential.  The rationale that seems compelling to some, that we are merely some type of biological computer, leaves the human empty, sterile, out of reach, and puzzlingly irrelevant.  Anyone committed to reducing all human friendship, , , , and to deterministic factors (mere machinations) is an amputator of and a denier of the of life.  My with this poem is to remind folks that living into the mysterious of life, particularly human life, when shared, not denied, leads to growth of said life.

The title of this poem, and its final line, Never wanton too leave,beckons the metaphor of the tree of life.  We are each a leaf on the tree of life, we cannot live alone yet we are an important part.  There is both a profound and value in being human.  May we never be less than we were created to be, nor overblown, in finding our way in life.

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