Charade Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

While the collective mind mimes an idealised image
of reflected existence, a mystical mirage,
extrapolated, of an oasis of intelligence,
control of one’s own destiny, freedom, independence,
amidst an arid desert where reflection is precisely
the simple quality everywhere most lacking,
a charade in which all connive, all give their backing,
it thus retains some slender grasp upon its sanity.

(17 April 1978)