invisible men
speak in unison
no longer
in the distance
manipulating
microscopes
the invisible men
are here
contemplating your life:
“If a rock sinks to the bottom,
but there’s no rock,
is there a bottom?”
no sounds ripple
from your existence
the invisible men
leave the room
satisfied
very satisfied
Notes
- Grammarly’s Tone Detector states the poem sounds: Anxious!
- …with a dash of disapproving. I won’t disagree.
- Occasionally…I understand this poem
April 29, 2020