Poem

I thought I’d posted this before, but it didn’t come up on the search, so here we go.

New Age

O! Second-rate metaphysical discoveries -
You oratorical babies!
Who did not have the presence of mind
To sift from the history of humankind
Through centuries of power-shrouding religious gloss
And pseudo-allegorical toss
The poetic gold:
A delicate truth
That does itself unfold.