The Ancient Modern

Whereunto Shall I Liken This Generation?  /  Joshua Alan Sturgill         

Blessed is the man who meditates 
on the law of the Lord.  But the man
is taking a class on mindfulness.
And the law is a series of easy steps.
And the lord is a voice he couldn’t
distinguish from anxiety and pride.

You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
But the table is a grocery store.
And the enemies don’t share 
my political views.  And if they win 
the next election, my necessary
comforts will be taken away.

By the river we lay down and wept.
But the river was an interstate.
And we lay in a four-star hotel.
And we wept at the end of the movie
because the swelling music told us
the hero made a valiant sacrifice


All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2022 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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