scientific investigations…

the old fan
painted the body
with cool air
in
broad strokes
from
head to toe
as
rivulets
arising
from
the sleepless child
meandered
their way
downward
to
the bed sheets
attempting
to reach
the sea
though
this point
was
a mere
hypothesis
that
the child
had developed
after watching
a classroom video
it was one
of
many
theories
developed
from
similar scientific
presentations
the one
on
pollination
for example
made
it necessary
to
never use
the same
q tip
between
the two ears
for
fear of
the resulting consequences
one can never be too careful
the child thought
further
since energy
cannot be created
or
destroyed
and
humans were
in fact
containers
of
energy
it followed
that
ghosts
were real
though evidence
for
that theory
was based more on
stories
presented
by
his uncles
and
neighborhood friends
during
night exploration trips
and
usually
as
the campfire
became
no more than
ashes
however
it was
a logical conclusion
given
classroom lectures
and
the reliable testimony
of
family and friends
now
i’m certain
that
this child’s hypotheses
may bring a smirk
to your face
but
what do you
believe
that is
no more than hearsay
about
the world
and
the people
in
it

 

there must be reason…

copyright cwmartin 2011

in this age
of reason
it was no surprise
that when reports
began to filter-in
of a flower
that made old men
young
and vital again
removing all the infirmities
life had bestowed
upon them
by just
breathing its fragrance
that great men
would come together
to explore
the story
men of
science and magic
each
with views
and reasons
for the powers
of the flower of life
their debates
raged on for days
soon wars
were fought
those who tended
the flower died
outside the sacred walls
on the battlefields
of  reasonable inquiry
and self-declared justice
and so it was
that with no one to care
for it
the flower
died

when i die…

i sure hope
     those science folks
got that holographic thing
     all figured out
cuz i want to attend
     my own funeral
can you see those folks’ faces
   when I walk up to my coffin
and stare me in the face
child
      i bet there’ll be tears galore
      and fears a plenty
that i’m
     still alive