Water Under the Bridge
- Te Ora
Often they’d choose - on chairs they traded their views
Coaxing & hoping the other be persuaded to lose
When one of their ego’s became… jaded and bruised
He’d remove himself quickly –
Slowly waited and mused
Before returning… where upon, he stated amused
A compelling inconsistency, which truncated their truce
They debated the news, anything which roused a dispute
Despite their differences they both housed one truth…
An opinion or view,
Must be meticulously brewed
To perfection…
Then vehemently defended
Because when its surrended
Rendered untended & ended
Or left in the stand
Conformity occurs,
“Conformity is the death of a man”
Weakness… so solemn men are granted meekness
Great minds think alike, they were each others anti-thesis
Each day they ranted – in attempts to leave the other speechless
But each day victory…
Stood barely beyond each of their reaches
One would rarely be fond, to see the other seated
On lunch breaks… aware, that near, another heated
Argument loomed, another argument doomed
To end in an agreement :
To disagree – yet their targets consumed
Them… as they threw darts
At new parts of carefully constructed notions
… their dearly conducted devotions
Became subject of the commotion
The son of our holy father, a wholly martyr…
Who was crucified on the cross, to solely carter –
For our sins… to barter, for our second chances
And garnered to beckon all of our reckoned stances
One stated, “Jesus was a Jew until the day he died!”
The other, a devoted Christian, cried…
“BLASPHEMY! All that you say is lies!”
Displayed his pride, in his hand lay a cross
He shook it fervently, to get his point across
But felt anointed loss…
When the Jewish man shook his head,
Silently stared, giving him a look of dread -
Then took his bread, from the lunch table
Left the Christian seething, as his punch failed…
To hit anything… but that lunch table
Worse case –
A few days later water crept under the bridge
Minutes away from their workplace
An ambient glow descended & meandered on flow
As ripples swept onto the rocks –
Where lay a slanderous show
This mantle was low…
& might require a candle to show
It’s secret – beneath the bridge, the steadiest of drops
In between the ridges & crevasses of rocks
The Everest of shocks entailed if one saw
The trail of entrails, spread on the shore
Shreds of this gore sprang from a mangled body
Which angled oddly – yielded to adapt
Slapped, trapped… against the boulders
Which formed a shield for it’s back
& submerged the head, which converged instead
With shallow waters & merged with filth
… Minutes away a man splurged his guilt
Passed the time, with a glass of wine
Drunk & forgotten
While the body conformed to slip… & sunk to the bottom
On the verge of this perk –
An eyeball lifted from the scene, emerged from the murk
… & drifted down the stream
Did one of the men die?
If so which one?
In what way did he die?
How far will you take your views?
* To avoid confusion I wish to state that Te Ora is the name I am going to be writing under... until I can get a name change
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