Bill Knott

Here you will find the Poem 2 Futilists of poet Bill Knott

2 Futilists

Even if the mountain I climbed
Proved to be merely a duncecap It
was only on gaining its peak 
That that knowledge reached me.


Is there a single inch-- 
one square millimeter 
on the face of our planet 
which some animal 
human or otherwise 
has not shit on?

Is there anywhere even a
pore's-worth of ground--
earth that has never 
(not once in its eons) 
been covered by what 
golgotha of dung?

If such a place exists, 
I want to go there 
and stand there 
at that site 
in that spot, truly
and purely for an instant.