Saturday, April 3, 2021

poem 57

what’s the use of hiding

ubiquitous things beneath

wealthy sodden privilege

torn grey selves in a ragtag

coat of colors           [o joseph]

[what we despise we sell]

[our jealousies sated]

[enslaving only to find]

[ourselves enslaved guilty]

[hide it all away]

[as if by denial we are innocent]

toss all things on a cracked

creaking pine table

discover what lies

beneath that’s the bind

and rub isn’t it          [o mother mary]

                                [grant us mercy]

                                [behind locked white]

[doors dusky roses writhe]

[petals falling sweet crows]

[forgive our deceit]

[our grievous faults]

plundering hard red burns

softing blue intent away

what no longer asks

grieving questions

no longer cares       [o jason]

                                [give us a myth]

                                [a winged ram’s golden fleece]

                                [to cover our nakedness]

                                [give power and authority]

[ignore our sins]

[our murderous greed]

children and children's children

of fallen sweet crows

churning wings singed strong  

panoramic calling 

calling justice home

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