Canto CLXI

Can misanthropes make good dads? I think so.
Despite our cynicism we can love
as much as any other person, though

we’ve not dispensed it cheaply to the droves
of other Homo sapiens for smiles,
or lighter waving platitudes. We have

nurtured our love thoughts quietly all the while,
with lichen patterned stone and city skies,
and with this silent nurturing our spoils

will one day trickle from our sourpuss eyes
when in the sudden company of those
who, without clothes or language, have arrived

into this verbose world, mourning the loss
of all the silent knowledge that they shared
with creeping roots, the scattered leaves, the moss

that makes its case without a single word.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Feb 09, 2012 @ 01:05:02

    Misanthrope: a person who dislikes mankind.
    Now that is shaky ground for a poet and I doubt whether it is true.

    But to explore the human condition with cynicism and irony… now that is cool and so is this poem.
    I like this one a lot.


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