If It Can Be Said
This is my letter to humankind,
said the idiot to his computer,
which took it all down and punctuated
it, slicked it up for the hard copy.
He was old enough now to talk to trees
and ask them serious questions
though they were seldom inclined toward
answering him, and when they were
it was all in his mind, if it can be said
he had one. But enough of the idiot,
let’s talk of you who have happened upon this
in your languishing lives. You, too, have
resorted to words to inflate a sense
of meaning until it pops.