The Fools
The moment of your work is unbelievable
When seen through their dogmatic eyes
For they can neither fathom the depth of your focus
Nor measure the strength of your faith
And determination
To them
You are impossible
Therefore
To them
You do not exist
Unless they need the impossible performed
In which case
They relent to your mastery
For reasons they have yet to appreciate
Let alone accept or declare
They are the blind leading the blind
Through the darkness of illusion
Hiding in vestments
And buildings under bell towers
Fashioned and constructed centuries ago
To house and protect their traditions
And face saving reasons
For being the fools they are
John Christopher
1986
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