New poem: "A Certain Conceit"

 

A Certain Conceit

 

There’s a certain conceit

in this ancient belief system

that’s much more disturbing

than the proverbial apple gone

bad, spoiling all the good apples

in the barrel; and this conceit

of not being the self that we

are, an unreal self that lives life

and dies and is no more, fills

my nostrils with such a stench

of spiritual malevolence

that I could retch.

 

 Saturday, March 16, 2024

Georgian Bay, Ontario