For John Berryman In Mendota Heights Mn Poem by r james sterzinger

the real artful dodgers
are the poets

those lying
never to be trusted
unreliable narrators


except:

the vast lost
of them that stare at
the abyss of truth
with existential
angst and wonder...

which is why
they are sorely
disrespected here
in America

because here truth
is as individual
and as scattered
as the wind blown leaves
under the Washington Avenue Bridge
where John Berryman


jumped


on a cold winters day

of coarse
their are a few
who say he slipped

so who do you trust?