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In Irony
Wisdom dwells in irony
with a whisper or roar’s decree
demanding space beside the grace
of hope demanded before the grave
what should be is now the bane
of existence that could explain
why the gods became such jerks
when fair winds were observed
perhaps the drama is not their own
these deities from above
when mere mortals become bored
then move the goalposts afterwards
the gridiron is soundly damned
both the players and the game
are assumed to be flawed
at the sound of half-time’s call
still the masses take the field
rally round the master’s throne
heedless of the whispered jest
that their Lord is now undressed
look to the child to see the truth
the fantasy is disabused
it matters not against decree
wisdom dwells in irony.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190430.
with a whisper or roar’s decree
demanding space beside the grace
of hope demanded before the grave
what should be is now the bane
of existence that could explain
why the gods became such jerks
when fair winds were observed
perhaps the drama is not their own
these deities from above
when mere mortals become bored
then move the goalposts afterwards
the gridiron is soundly damned
both the players and the game
are assumed to be flawed
at the sound of half-time’s call
still the masses take the field
rally round the master’s throne
heedless of the whispered jest
that their Lord is now undressed
look to the child to see the truth
the fantasy is disabused
it matters not against decree
wisdom dwells in irony.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190430.
Published 1st May 2019
Author's Note
The poem “In Irony” was an experiment in creating writing. I started off with the first line and went from there.
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