Please Excuse Poem by Winston T. Gylles

Please Excuse



Venerable old man
shaken by some frisky wind
please excuse
for I too
am a venerable old man
come from the world of cool
so I'm told

You've camped by the fireside
bricked in the oven, over long
I fear

It is unintentional
if ashes and cinders blow about
the robes are turbulent
the times unruly
disciples are delinquent
theirs is a faith
of free doubt and hard question

Old fellow, of such distinction
I know you
have met others of our kind
have encountered the postures
know of deep retrenchment
petty personal resentment
felt the fear of compromise

There is no need
you, and the board
generally, power morons
must simply revise,
obviously you are all
resigned

Hallowed old prophet
you should not seek destruction
you must know the rules
each challenge gives strength
reaction reveals weakness
shakes the mortar of structure
turns the mind
shows ritual truths in a bad light

You feel diminished
by my passing, understandably
I
see clear disaffection about you
know how old scrolls and cellphones
call differently
how colours and black tones
shape emotion differently
understand that rote is no learning
that imagination is not business
games are significant
grasp how women form future
how evolution is irrepresible
how order implicate

you
castigate, threaten, excise
punish, diminish, beat
assert wisdom arises from dust

Stand down your defensiveness
your position is secure
it need only
change

Ô I have spoken the hateful word
vile heinous word - change
wild curve of the straight line
have dared suppose the need
have presumed cracks in the edifice
assumed age no garantor of experience
experience of no value on unknown horizons
seen the female of the species scinding
seen the young bond in accordance
memes calling for new ears

Most honourable old gentlemen
the world round
you've gone and lacked relevance
brandish only the power of might
without right
money without substance
arms in lieu of respect

Others see these clear indicators
amongst themselves
they walk on a fresh path
see their own world different
discover new meanings
establish new truths
beautiful darksters, daring
to sound unfathomed depths
which I know only indistinctly
but priase heartily

As is your custom
you must conisder extreme prejudice
suppression, internment, military force
against the worms work
yet your adversary cannot fall or falter
nor can they fail
for as you fight today
they fight still harder
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Most distinguished assembly
of old foggies
how many tomorrows remain in your quivers
your secret wish
to have the world end with you
is well documented

It will not happen dudes
look about -
today births still another tomorrow
another, another, another
as your crutch of yesteryear and before
splinters
old Ozimandus tumbles down
stinky old Humpty-Dumpty cracks
Darth Humbug's lights go out
the king's wick burns clean through
old fop
your ride has run off the rails

Oh yeah! Lest anyone forget
Re: sonny Jimbo the sycophant
heir apparent
you propped in your staid
some straw donkey - who'd no spine
ever
won't last the week

Most august crotchety fellows
I too am one like unto you
just as bad tempered anyway
yet stand where the earth tree is broken
weilding unsheathed the stone blade
girded in flowing shield
shaking awake the winds
to assure you
these ones shall outlive the moon
for they care not
what you advise
heed not parochial wisdom
rise as irrefuatable as the tide

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Winston T. Gylles

Winston T. Gylles

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
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