The Greek Chorus
by Christine Adams Beckett
There is a group of anonymous
Commentators who live in
Our midsts. They, they are called.
As in, “You know what they say.”
They dispense nuggets of wisdom
With no credentials. No identity,
In fact. Just omniscience in
The face of adversity.
Delivered by various members
Of a suburban Thebes,
One might imagine a
Chorus of citizens, harmonizing
With lutes. If you listen
Carefully, you can hear their projection:
We ignorant mortals, the more we trip
The more we turn to the naughtier
Corners of our brain, and still reject
Larger shoes for commentary
On another part of the anatomy.