poem (“What is Metaphysics”) in honor of April

What is Metaphysics

Metaphysics is the door to a courtroom
that you walk through to find Aquinas

beside a massage table. And he proceeds
to wash your feet although they are clean.

It is a fly’s wing. The silver branching
on the wing’s vellum. As discussed before

it is the eye prior to its loss of sight. But
also all the staring white and sightless eyes.

In a children’s illustrated Pilgrim’s Progress
Christian walks through the darkened valley

and the skulls and femurs kick up in piles
on either side his path. In this picture meta-

physics is nothing. It has shaken hands with
allegory and left. The City of Destruction

shimmers in the heat like a mirage and fades
while metaphysics, solid as a chalkboard,

scratches away at the simplest number, 1.