Peter Boyle

(1951 - / Melbourne / Australia)

The Unknowable - Poem by Peter Boyle

Who had children. Who died.
Who found himself lucky after thirty years
and stumbling home realised
it was a simple error.
Who ruled behind the scenes in the Department of Misinformation,
who was later conscripted
to underwrite Armageddon.
Whose hand was lost in a sawmill
and was met again as the strange dust
of a new-found galaxy.
Who migrated to the other world
but came home to bury the dog.
Who divorced and died of alcoholism
in the country town where destiny misplaced him.
Who topped high school, failed everything else
twice, married money, then slept through
the death of three children.
Who was invisible, became a wall, became a street,
entered real estate, bought a city,
retired into owning world opinion.
Who saw his son indicted for reluctance, shackled and maimed,
blamed for the colour of the sky.
Who inscribed his name in the old script,
the one no one reads anymore,
the one where things inscribe themselves
so what they are
reads itself back
in us.
Who was my shadow when daylight was.


Comments about The Unknowable by Peter Boyle

  • Rookie - 166 Points Claude H Oliver Ii (5/10/2013 1:45:00 PM)

    Many insights into the anonymous. Well penned and provocative. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 208 Points R.j. Wynn (5/10/2013 9:20:00 AM)

    Who can relate to any of this is He. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 8, 2012


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