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Earthly Imperfection
- Jul 12
- 1 min read
by Cynthia Gallaher
In the five-star hotel, meticulously polished,
with every amenity, we find
a dead cockroach in a lofty suite corner.
The news anchor’s coif, styled
and sprayed for a national audience,
still renders stray tresses bobbing
On his forehead for twenty minutes,
we see and hear nothing else.
The most beautiful architectural
Structures on earth, sometimes created
or owned by the physically decrepit
or grossly unattractive.
Our own nation led by the felonious
and the feeble,
in our strive for perfection
Even pure gold’s only 99.99%,
our water’s laced in fluoride,
our organic vegetables
Compromised
by glysophate
blowover,
“The only thing perfect is God,”
said a friend whose craftwork
showed rough edges
On purpose.
