Laurence Overmire

The Convention - Poem by Laurence Overmire

There was a convention
Of hypocrites
That convened in redundant
But he was not invited
The man of the Daring Deuce.

They spouted their
Redeemed their
Towering mediocrity
To dwarf the voice
That shatters glass
And mingles with
The blood of Earth.

No, he was not invited
But conveniently
To ridicule
Behind his back
They laughed.

How clever their
How infinite their
To touch the stars
One need only
The sky.

(Previously published in The Courtship of Winds, Issue 1, January 2000)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2008

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