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Poem: Socrates

Ask the prickling questions, for the truth
always loves a martyr. We agree
upon the virtues, don’t we? That good

is the whole good, and evil not? That mind
is the highest good of all, closer to
god. What do you mean you don’t agree?

Why do you ask me to define evil
and good — are they not self-evident
written on the soul? For of the truth

I am arbiter. Each question I fling
has that fact subsumed in the ink! Look now
to the highest good. Aren’t I there?

Poem: Flies

The carcasses of flies litter the floor
always near the windows. You’re convinced
that somehow the house is spawning them
 
that something in the vent breathes up flies.
But I’ve seen them clutch at the houseboards,
the doorpanes in speckled droves, waiting
 
for the chance that frees them from the cold.
We never count the door’s many swings
to let the cat out then in, to
 
pour the offerings into the leaves
to leave for our daily work, then come home.
Each opening a chance, each closing
 
a fate sealed, thousands of times per day.
They press themselves against the glass for this
one pure moment. Shouldn’t we do the same?