CARL
HARMON
Muddy Waters
The poets, they muddy the waters,
to make them appear deep. -- Nietszche
Who will make these muddy waters
clear?
Leave them alone and they will clean
themselves.
Is this river a mile wide and an
inch deep
Or an inch wide and a mile deep?
It’s so hard to tell these days--
The politicians and the journalists
Muddy the waters to make them appear
deep
Even when they are all so shallow
And the pledge of transparency is a
lie.
And so the mud is slung
As the bombs are falling
From either side across the river
and the great divide
And the waters become muddier than
ever,
Stagnant, in a corruption of decay
That can support neither life
nor love.
Everyone loses sight of where the
River begins and where it ends.
No one can see the sun and the moon
Reflected in the murky, choppy
water.
Leave these waters alone and
They will exhaust themselves,
Become still, become clear,
Be renewed by the eternal, gentle
rains.
Wiser ones look up
And follow the bright star
Shining in clear, unending sky.
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