If greatness were to call
would they get an answer
from an old man on an acre
in a place called Tennessee
If greatness were to call
would it scroll by
leading me to an
ad at the end
with vacancies at the inn
and people sleeping in
the street
If greatness were to call
would it be so great
as to wish that
they wouldn’t look at me
as I pass to
get my reward in the gallery,
in the bookstore
with smiling faces, smiling
kick my bones and tell them
that they are great bones
The best we can do is dust
from which may grow a flower.
David Michael Jackson…..from a cave surrounded by crazed Neanderthals in a pandemic.
