Lux et Veritas

          
             Under the Street Lamp
 
Watched five  hours of Hitler and Rise and Fall
of the Third Reich last night (History channel):
early 30's to mid 40's recollecting  my salad days.
 
Babies and pretty girls and goose-stepping soldiers,
gardens and  buildings falling down, air plane bombs
away & faces galore,. cadavers in the streets,  beer
drinking & singing, snow-capped  mountains, trains
and tanks, and long blizzard marches, red  army rape
and rapture, a monkey on a rope, open Mercedes
automobiles filled with uniforms, straight arm and
slack salutes, jazz  and jazz hands.

Awesome. Awful. Beautiful. Sublime
The horror?  The horror? Goes without
saying  now a days
 
Monday Morning Quarterbacking assessing &
evaluating the finished product—a Saturday
afternoon game anywhere  round the world
perfected (it is finished) & now over we
can show and tell what happened &
how!. Estimate.
 
Write a history called Done Deal  supposed to  
say what was going on as opposed to what was
going on in  the  mess & muddle of holy smokes
& OMG & hap happening & reconfiguration &
I'll be damned & what the hay?
 
   Under the lamp light looking for keys.
 
Because of course in the muddle of the game
action comes fast and no one actually thinks
the way we  talk about it in retrospect  or for
the spectator in bleachers watching & listening
for some Howard Cosel commentator saying
what’s happening.  A fanatic.
 
Lost in performance: dark alley action  going on
and on  and  it's not like how  you say? how we
talk about it: commensuration-R-us: assessing,
evaluating, rating,  estimating on and on what's
going on what's  going on  with my under-the-
street-light wits about me in my  right mind
blinded by  lamp light, luxury et veritas
so that it’ll never happen again,