WHAT'S QUALITY?

What's quality? she said to me
What's clarity? I replied
Too many questions we agreed
Neither of us could decide, or make up our minds.
If either of us suggested an answer it would exclude any other
So we let the questions hang in the air
Rhetorical.
This was different from our usual exchange normally we gossip about sex
And the absence of lovers
The goings-on between others

We analyse our peers using pop psychology
We talk about our hates and our hopes
Our own fears
And what's not often said
It's a kind of politics, is yours is mine is in her head.

We have a gossip train from here to Switzerland and back again
By which time our love is hate, is sex
Anyway the facts have changed

Now all that remains is air
We don't want quality, we don't know clarity
This much ain't clear.

Words By Iona Tanguay