04-08-2015, 08:03 PM
High School Reunion
People attend for the same reason
they rubberneck at traffic accidents.
I imagine it would be like sitting
in a wood paneled hunting lodge,
drinking brandy, and staring at the stuffed
heads on the wall. Trying to convince
everyone that the wildebeest you shot
was really more dangerous than a lion.
Or perhaps, it would be like a carnival
sideshow of human oddity. The dances
performed to electronic tones, faces blurred
under epilepsy strobes.
I no longer have to imagine, or wait thirty years
to know what happened. Your dreams
have resolved into online pictures of your Golden Retriever,
and the meals you eat at the gastropub.
I have seen the mangled remains of the car,
and there are no survivors.
People attend for the same reason
they rubberneck at traffic accidents.
I imagine it would be like sitting
in a wood paneled hunting lodge,
drinking brandy, and staring at the stuffed
heads on the wall. Trying to convince
everyone that the wildebeest you shot
was really more dangerous than a lion.
Or perhaps, it would be like a carnival
sideshow of human oddity. The dances
performed to electronic tones, faces blurred
under epilepsy strobes.
I no longer have to imagine, or wait thirty years
to know what happened. Your dreams
have resolved into online pictures of your Golden Retriever,
and the meals you eat at the gastropub.
I have seen the mangled remains of the car,
and there are no survivors.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson