A Memorial Day Poem For Three Philosophers

A MEMORIAL DAY POEM
FOR THREE PHILOSOPHERS

Plato, the philosopher
of perfect forms,
dines on a Classical pear.
Socrates prefers his coffee
black.
While Aristotle stuffs
his sandwich with infinite zeros
recently harvested.
The three philosophers have
been something of a mania
to students
for the past several hundred years.
Though considerably slower,
still , an invasion of sorts,
not unlike that of the Beatles'
which freed the bourgeoisie
from doing hard time
with surfboards and Corvettes.
The three philosophers
seem to be enjoying
their hard won popularity
They've been seen recently
down at the Full Moon Saloon
in Baltimore,
soaking up the blues
and trading shots of mezcal.
They've turned the place
into a perpetual party room
for Ph.D candidates,
and even allow the occasional poet
to visit (day time only).
Next Friday, they're off to Paris,
then on to London
and Amsterdam.
It's been several hundred years
since any of them has written an interesting treatise.
In fact, nowadays ,
with the three philosophers
shrouded in a plethora
of web site commercials
and beer sponsorships,
no one even seems to remember.


Alan Britt

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