This is what I like to think is my best poem. I can't remember, now, exactly what prompted me to write it, but write it I did, seeking to write a poem that put me - and the reader - in a situation other than their own, one which might make one turn to the words of Psalm 23:4, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me." Whether this goal was actually achieved is another story, but maybe it's as good as I'd like to think. Maybe. Anyway, enjoy!
This is a quick poem I wrote after driving through our state capitol of Columbus. I initially entitled it "On the Moderno," using a term a friend coined. Before posting it on my website, however, I had a hankering for a fancy Latin name, so I went with "Homines Modernæ Ætatis," that is, "Men of the modern age." Towards the end it also has a quick reference to the Sound of Silence, the particular line of which I had on my mind at the time. Enjoy!
