More Than Words
Poetry published on 17/3/26 by Jacob Porter.
“Help me understand,” says the Academic,
notepad scuffed, dusted white in rationale,
“Help me understand,” says the Ptolemaic
stoned philosopher because he believed
privilege scored less power than his God.
The two men argue for centuries, ethics
established from their Genesis, memetic
bodies crusted as other figures claimed
over his time to cure with entrusted texts,
yet some fool chose to battle all of them.
The Ptolemaic couldn’t speak, Academic
couldn’t sense alien probes of philosophy
“Simplifying the process,” of both rational
believers when the children foolishly fight
each other’s Ramses to Moses to Genghis
Khan who believed in the collective moon
or those underneath the sun of few Gods.
The pagans evolved into men, monetary
Englishmen who furthered the Ptolemiac
Academia in the search for the sciences
to understand God, but “irrational” rests
with the sons, daughters and those who
call upon themselves or other pronouns
we should’ve understood through love.