Meditation: On Modern Deconstructionism Poem by Aaron Graham

Meditation: On Modern Deconstructionism


A stage for α κ ρ α σ ι α to hold truth’s trial,

By turning the screw: bound hands on a dial,

Raking the count, toll’d on grandfather clocks.

Macabre, kabuki masks their face of death.

Behind the Italianate shadowbox

Scenes. See shades of actors’, α ρ ε τ η at war. Or

Hear screams loosed on- exasperated breath-

As but whimpers. “The Horror! ”, “The Horror! ”

Still stalks streets of wrestles eyes. Dying mind’s

Images trill: Lines of a long dead song.

Somewhere midst the lyrics, fixity finds.

The Catharsis -seen through cigarette smoke-

Lingers: the last line of a one line joke.

Its refrain: “home is nowhere”. Sing along.

~Aaron Graham