Poem #2,690 | A Loss

Karl Popper’s knowledge
is finite – but ignorance is
infinite – tells a tale in our
time of plentiful stupidity
[compressed into phones
& on screens] – A huddled
fear sits twelve thousand
feet below others – a leak
& death by drowning – My
father crewed a navy tub
built for death’s coupe de
maître [less a submersed
tourist] – why would you?
I didn’t ask – ignorance is
infinite [living weakened]