WHATSITALLABOUTALFIE, May 21
In those long ago days when we lived in the trees
before taking to two feet, unbending our knees,
before we thought really deep thoughts
creating conflicts between “wants” and “oughts”,
when we were conceiving what we call morality
to prove ourselves worthy of immortality,
thereby giving rise to our present modality
which, in part, overrides our prior brutality,
which allowed us to do what made us feel good
and never consider whether we should.
What pleasures we had in not thinking twice
about what we were doing not being nice.
This new cogitation caused a massive upheaval.
Theologians term this “the problem of Evil”.
Which, unless I have misunderstood,
might be termed, as well, “the problem of Good”.
“Evil” succeeds. “Good” meekly smiles and,
late or soon, gets thrown off the island.
“Evil”, to me, is how things really are.
In contrast “Good” seems entirely bizarre.
On the one hand, Mother Teresa. (Who I can't understand.)
Then on the other one, you have Ayn Rand.
One's a bestseller, the other's been sainted.
In heaven, I wonder, are they acquainted?
At afternoon tea with the rest of the ladies
do they gloat over enemies burning in Hades?
While stars supernova and galaxies whirl
what do they say to the rest of the girls?
Do they ever speak of our human dis-ease?
Do they question the wisdom of leaving the trees?