Common SenseYou must, they say, have common sense.
But what sense if you don’t surmise
life does all to counter intelligence?
It happens that the sun, daily, rises
again, and there’s someway recompense
(at least today) for how the moon
goes from full to new and, hence,
on the surface it seems, to my tune,
like a clock, the firmament ticks ─
but what sense has Man? Why does Tom get
rich, healthy, chic ─ and not Dick?
Why the Third World? Why beget
war upon war? Is that the trick
of Pinochets’ and Stalins’ slyest bet?
(Translated by Justin Vitiello)