WOUNDED PHILOSOPHER

They note that I am glum. They ask me why.

“Crime is not crime. God is a lie.

The sun will burst. Earth is a sty.

Nor saved nor damned I die.

Are these not cause enough?” They nod: “The man is deep.”

Nitwits! My mistress left. I weep.

Explanatory note

Shall ontologic pain be more

Than, say, my thumb caught in the door?