Why is it that the real is what it is?
How did the physical world come to be?
Yet to ask such questions gets us nowhere.
In fact, metaphysics won't make drinks fizz,
So, what's the point of asking such questions?
Is it useful when a kid climbs a tree?
To say, "Look at that, that thing over there."
This too is metaphysics, this gesture.
Help us! Do you have any suggestions?
Asking is natural and yet mundane.
To marvel at how complex the world is.
To see a beautiful bird, like a crane,
Hover before taking flight, ain't show biz,
Even TV shows feel like a lecture.
Reasonable people see the body,
Engaged in an objectification,
Arguments for and against can be harsh,
Lift the veil, the chassis isn't shoddy.
If anatomy makes things seem profound,
Studying a corpse is no vacation.
Wondering about that bird at the marsh,
How innuendo evolves in a word.
Ambiguity in a single sound,
To say "bird" means both a girl and a crane.
If context creates perspective in verse,
To meet in one form, never shall the twain.
In Donne, excepted, for his universe
Symbolically, laughs at the bawdy bird.
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