I'm a prophet, and therefore, of course, I'm a tragic and much-abused man; I'm a hero of holy, pre-Adamite force; I pursue the original plan. I promised to honor and love, I promised to cherish and keep, But Truth is my god in the heavens above, Whoever may flabbily weep. And therefore I'm happy to state, In the name of the Truth I adore, That Another has entered my Being of late And that I am Hers Evermore. That is, I should like to explain, I am hers, she is mine, as it were, In an ethical, high-philosophical vein, Till some other Impression occur. The preachers, and such, I defy; They act without logic or ruth; And they utterly fail to have noticed that I Am a Loyal Disciple of Truth. I refuse to discuss the details, The bondage of father to child; In points such as this Christianity fails, And I am for Truth undefiled. Those trivial family cares To the ex-wife most properly fall; These domestic arrangements are private affairs And none of your business at all. For has she not money galore? And what further could Womanhood ask? And now I am free to exult and to soar In the realms of an Ethical Task. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR |