Not those boring old
Inevitable verities of life again
Squeezing through the loose slack basket-weave
Of life’s style and sophistication
Disturbing our cozy equilibrium
Without so much as a by your leave.
Holy mother of Christ!
Save us one and all
From those enervating unembellished truths
Bursting through the cracked veneer
Of our ornamented way of life
Intruding with shining self evidence
Uninvited and incorrupt.
In the name of Allah!
Take away at once
Those dull dry uninspiring realities
Standing there in mute contradiction
Of our fundamental figments and fabrications
Silently demanding self restraint
And not even a thousand pardons.