Iconoclasts

What Philistines we were.

We iconoclasts,

idle smashers of idols and ideas.

There were no poets but the beats

and no composers save three-chord wonders

and no film-makers but Lucas and Spielberg.

We

Knew

Everything.

Everything

Worth

Knowing.

History began

in the year of our birth

Nineteen Hundred And Sixty One.

Before us

there was nothing.

I remember how it was.

Do you?

Remember our dad’s music,

it was crap, we knew it was.

We embraced the counter culture,

not knowing that culture counted

or that we were using fingers to count it,

when we needed a calculator.

Our sacred cows,

our shibboleths,

our beliefs,

our certitudes,

are nothing

to our children's

children's children -

they are iconoclasts too.