the way of all flesh 11

     roy herndon smith

     the allegory of the cave—plato 

nobody's home in
the allegory, slaves chained
slaving puppeteers

the enlightened free
of flesh, blinded by the sun 
floating here and there

a child's cry tears though
walls and screens, the sun explodes
without form, the void

waits for a caress
that wakes us from our nightmare
of eternity

into our homes
of shadows and light making
everybody up