New poem: "An Ode to JBP"

 

An Ode to JBP

 Oh, what a threat he has become,

speaking his mind on all things divine,

matters of the soul and the soul of matter,

the Wonder that is Man. But wait, that’s

not politically correct! Oh, what a storm

that’s brewing, this dysmorphic conflation

of today’s confused generation, no longer

a Rumi thing— “I, you, he, she, we. In

the garden of mystic lovers, these are

not true distinctions.” And mindlessness

reigns supreme in the halls of academe,

where one lone academic dared to contend

a government bill censuring what we call

our fellow human being. No longer he

and she, only what “they” deem themselves

to be; and stepping into this 21^st century

roman colosseum to trade wits with woke

pretenders, bold warrior, interpreter of sacred

mysteries, hierophant of the modern world,

so tired of the shallow and disingenuous,

shine your light from under your bushel

and set us free from this tyranny

of cultural idiocy!