They set their sights so low
“My name, my personal brand,
is worth millions, I can’t let it
be cheapened!”
He spoke earnestly to the interviewer.
They set their sights so low—
When your name’s on a tombstone,
what is its worth?
Fame and celebrity
seem to count for a lot,
even seem to rub off
on those who touch
the sleeve of fame.
So many arse lickers
(as some would say)—
more than one imagines.
They set their sights so low—
Fame is like
yesterday’s newspaper—
a handy wrapper for today’s trash.
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As If
A Prose Poem
Lives of denial carry on—
As if it isn’t of highest priority that our nation work to repair an imperfect union of many cultures and persons.
As if it is naive to believe the paths of power and truth should coincide.
As if it is of no consequence that all people are created equal.
As if it makes no difference that at our best we go forward two steps and backwards one.
As if it is not worthy of rational thinkers to hold that the profoundest law of nature, the basis of all things, is the Reality of Love.
As if it is a trivial question whether we are part of a world that is proceeding toward completion and fulfillment.
As if it is irrelevant that we are created in the image of God.
The engaged life is a wager that As If is a signal of the real world.
(c) Phil Hefner
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