Now that we had it mounted and filleted—
each limb splayed, pierced through, and neatly stuck
to a pan—
we were ready to gut it
So there it was.
But we had to prove it. (Everything had to be proved).
ontological arguments were brought forward,
arguments by design and by excellence,
arguments by first cause and by teleology.
One guy from Occam brought a razor
and proposed we chop it off at the ankles
but that was an oversimplification.
We kept talking.
All the while,
He said nothing.
He did not move.
He scarcely breathed
which led some of us to declare
it was dead,
while others (more circumspectly)
noted that if it was dead,
then we killed it.
This drew a good laugh all around.
We traded back-slaps
until some other guy (was his name Hume?) said
we couldn’t prove the sun would rise tomorrow
so how could we prove IT existed,
or that we knew anything else for certain?
The laughter died.
It was silent. And then
some arguing in tight circles
some sitting in stupefied silence
some fist fighting—
a noisome noise
that went on & on
until we quite forgot
What was it?
(Always follow the argument where it leads)