Done To Digest Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If only the having of hindsight,
Could prevent the giving consent...
To ignorance allowed.
There would a listening more.
Done to digest as if a necessity.
Even if to pretend it,
Done.
To digest.
As if the act of it is a necessity.
Than to have an abundance of hindsight.
To pretend an intelligence,
Always to have had.
But...
For whatever the reason,
Too intelligent to pay attention.
With a listening to prove,
A learning of 'something' done to do...
That makes a hindsight to give,
That has been volunteered.
To expect an ignorance to hear it.
By those who witness what is heard.
To know nothing else done to digest...
Is neither anticipated nor suspected.