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Rev. of Candide Redux

by William F Dougherty

Il faut cultiver notre jardin. -Voltaire.

I cultivate my garden plot, though bound
within this toad for safety, I don't protest
metamorphosis but bask on my ground,
warmed by the sun's theodicy, digest
such gnats and flies I diurnally astound
and gorge on whines. Insecticide is best—
exophthalmic eyes help harvest sound
from Leibnitz's monads. I forget the rest.

Whatever is- is best, Pangloss would say.
Social menace past, I'm safely obscure,
no longer trusting victim, easy prey,
I keep perceptive vigils, rarely stir:
that wrinkle in the grass, looping this way,
is merely a slither of wind, I'm sure.

06/08/2012

Posted on 06/09/2012
Copyright © 2020 William F Dougherty

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/09/12 at 03:31 AM

Outstanding style and imagery.

Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 06/09/12 at 08:47 PM

fun write & great vocab / form. thnx

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