A rose is a rose

Roses are red and

Saturn blazes scarlet in the sky

Or is that Mars?

I was never a physicist

They said I asked too many questions.

So I became a poet instead and

Now I’ll discover the answer to

Nothing

In particular

They’re there but

They’re very vague

I’ll never grasp them

Never fold my lips around them.

Doomed to be the unanswered bequest

I the silent messenger.

All I can do is lilt my lyrics a little

Try my best to keep you satisfied

In the meantime

While I

Howl at the moon and

Curse Mother Earth and

Convert myself to hypocrisy.

Doesn’t have to be this way

Of course, not natural

But it is, natural

Is it not?

Because it is.

CPT ‘14

Kirsten Mackie