If Crying Is The Answer Poem by gordon nosworthy

i dont want to make sense
of the mirage
dissolving around me with such power

this iteration as a perversion of life
is an abstraction
one that has allowed humans to survive
thru blood war and revolt

if we somehow manage to make sense
then all the things that don't make sense
forge to the front of the frontlines
crying they make sense as well
when they don't
because commonsense is the mirage

i really dont want to raise my hand
the ridicule from those who decry
is wilting
but what was viewed as weak
was in no way weak
weak was watching the arrow coming
without trying to stop it