New poem" "World's Greatest Critic"

World’s Greatest Critic

 I wonder, now that he’s crossed

over the Great Divide, if he’s still

wandering, with aimless direction

and scary erudition, in that labyrinthine

mind of his, looking, looking, looking

for that arcane bit of knowledge that lies

just beyond the ken of mental reach,

hoping against hope that it did not

exist for fearing it render his conviction

absurd, as he believed life a glorious

tale spun by a lonely idiot screaming:

“THE REST IS SILENCE!”