Posted By Roger Stritmatter on October 29, 2016
This is a the first in a three-part series of poems written under the general title of “Witness.”
Each poem corresponds to a description of a state of being a witness. The first one is “Pareidolia.” I wrote this one thinking about the Oxfrauds and their ridiculous campaign to bring the culture down to their level of intellectual acuity a la the Stratfordian cult.
The First: Pareidolia
I saw the Paul McCartney geoscape
On earth. Watching from the moon
I looked back over my shoulder in the
Rear view mirror where I descried
His pucker on Lonely Hearts Club Band,
In bold relief, some clouds whisping in and out of
A luxury of whiskers, all transposed into blue-green longitudes
and latitudes with attitudes. It was definitely him.