The creators of unproven truths:

they provide us with an abundance of mysteries

to entertain our speculation

and a cascade of conflicts

to humor to our penchant for martyrdom and heroism.


To name a few

–the poet, the prophet, the preacher, the politician, and the parrot–

they each present their fictions

hoping to hew some

semblance of purpose

or passion

out of the wide world

and our being in it.


The parrot

squawks whatever he has heard said before

with gusto and deference to instinct

–as do they all–

but the parrot comes by it honestly.


The politician

stirs up the herd

with folklore and pride,

half-truths and outright lies,

with his eye on the prize of power

and a sense of history in his heart.

He is

part liar,

part parrot,

part poet,

and part preacher.

He cannot stand on his own,

but in convincing others

to follow him

and bolster his actions,

he hopes to stand above destiny

or weave his own.


The preacher


like the parrot,

what has come before him,

but he is creative in his fealty to the faith

and after some alterations in the storytelling

begins to trick himself and his flock

into believing their belief has reached

the stature of divine truth.

He and his followers

profit from the prophet.


The prophet

proceeds ever more boldly through intuition.

As he presents a new tale,

he does not pretend to believe it;

he only pretends to be possessed

by something greater,

say the will of a god or a prophecy,

something to be believed in

by those with the ears to hear him.

He is not left with

any comfort of doubt

or modicum of choice

or chance to profit from his prophecy;

he is merely a vessel.


And similarly,

the poet

is grasped by something greater,

but he is more akin to

a lucid dreamer than a harbinger,

self aware of his fiction as fiction

and of his work a snapshot

of a world

he cannot begin

to understand in full.