We, The Uneducated
Accept the term with good grace
after all, when we make a stand
or sit ever closer together, God knows
it is not to display our erudition
world-beating talents or mathematical savantism.
No. We paint our portraits in simple words
Rembrandt van Rjin in colourful crayon.
Duty roughened hands grasp good and evil
and light perfumed candles in silver candlesticks
-in our minds. So much slips through our fingers
but we are left with enough to inspire
the cutting of paths to a better place. Meanwhile
maintaining generosity in deprivation
is a style of thriving. Who is better placed
to engineer through labour
honest ways that are close to perfect?