Dave Grossman's Poem of the Week

Poem #735
(Week of 29 August, 2010)

We tend to walk around all day like we're oh so concrete. But even a brief study of physics reveals this to be largely egotism on our part.

Fact Totem

Don't mistake me for a fact
I am at most a semantic act
Identity is community pact
Existence pretension and hardly exact
I am a mere mathematical abstract
Impurity in the cosmic butter
Self-important molecular clutter
Ripples in spacetime's presumptive dominion
Matter a matter of iffy opinion
A box of ideas jumbled together
A kind of pseudo-statistical weather
And do not look so smug, o reader
You're not especially factual either

Poem ©copyright Dave Grossman 2010

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