Today's Napowrimo prompt implores a "container" poem. If you click the link, you'll see a great example of this from Geoffrey Brock. I decided to eschew some of the rhetorical element and expand the poem, but here it is.
in terms of what we know
and what we don't know
we are somewhere around
20/80. we've got less than
we want, and we're looking
to rectify that presently.
rectify what? (you know)
[what does he know?] he
knows tide charts and recipes
for a decent lamb dish. [that's
a start, certainly] (I told you)
[stop making this about you]
in this moment. we, this
enterprise of sorts, apply the
stated reason: our charter, our
spirit of the endeavor. we set
aside the old ways. with some
small sense of disdain, we begin.
where do we begin? (before the end)
[what is the end?] (now we're getting
somewhere) where are we now? [until
now, I believed I was sure I knew] what
did you know? (assuredly, little to nothing)
[who invited this guy?]
and we, reverent explorers for an
honest sense of the word truth, sussing
out it's uncertainties and ushering them out
the door with a swift kick in the posterior,
make for a better tomorrow.
or the day after tomorrow, more likely.
can we get something on the calendar, like
an end date? (time is an illusion) [will you
stop being mysterious?] is he correct about you?
are you mysterious? (that answer is mine alone)
[someone needs to punch you in the facial region]
who among us is the right man for the job?
we, brothers, persons really, acolytes of a violent
truth. we, the bringers of blows and kicks and maybe
one aggressive human bite [I got carried away]. we know
now, our hubris (who will pay my medical bills?) in pursuit
of the words of a better tomorrow, have marred today.
when will we learn?
[(there is no answer)]
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