Let’s Make a Deal
The door of compassion
is ours if we wish to keep it –
or do we want door #2 instead?
Monty Hall wants to know.
We come costumed to deal,
would-be saints wield holy books,
old dudes in suits carry I-am-not-a-crook signs,
others sport red hats that shout
make things great again.
The clock ticks, demands decisions.
We know what lies behind door #1:
thinking about everyone else
and their damned feelings.
Aren’t I here to win a prize for me?
Let that door, dusty
and covered in cobwebs,
Give me door #2!
And I’ve won…
A lifetime supply of orange wigs!
Hot damn! The Big Prize!
Note: The first line of this poem (italicized above) is the final line of the poem “Call Me by My True Names” by Thich Nhat Hanh.
©2023 Kenneth W. Arthur