Poem-A-Day: Day 103

Mystery Machine

Two sunken mysteries milking
living worlds for favor,
favoring some where’s Waldo approach
over approaching the situation
instead of situating reality;
sitting quietly contemplating
demise akin derision in decision
to make the fatal move…
fatally renowned, unknown
before begotten known to no one;
the props and circumstantial evidence
marks eviction from,
or rather to too much, too little, too late
so soon bewildering the camp befuddled;
lacking mystery, so overwhelmingly
obvious in apocalyptic obliviousness…

though some say not enough.