Midweek Review
Form and Substance
By Lynn Ockersz
After the frenzied dashing,
And the wild calls for revenge,
Milky-white pieces of kernel,
The rich core of the coconut,
Evoking the starry heavens,
Lie across the pained earth,
Recalling a mindlessness,
That sacrifices substance,
For the form’s wilting husk;
That so easily gives up,
The best parts of religion,
For its orchestrated rituals.