By: JD DeHart

One after another
like kiddos on a playground
the facts lined up and chanted
at one another
playing their own mystical
game

At the outset, it looked
innocent as they rotated
and hooted
on the school lawn
but then the sorters began
to run their fingers through
and the sifters, well they
sifted, didn’t they?

Minds that once felt
they certainly knew began
to observe the kaleidoscope
of fact after fact after
you get the idea and sat
numb, nearby, disjointed
and chaotically unsure