Thursday, February 10, 2011
My new poem: "It's show time, kids"
Somewhere between the factory farms
or perhaps just below the land mines…
I can sense it
Right there, despite the rapist’s leer
Above the WHOOSH of the cruise missile’s launch
You can hear it (can’t ya?)
The prison gates lock, the sweatshops whir
But nothing can slow it down…
anymore
Not even the yellow ribbons or the veal crates
Not the smell of napalm or
the clinking coins in a homeless man’s cup
It’s bigger than the strip malls
Deeper than the strip mining
It’s not genetically modified
Can’t be patented or commodified
You won’t find it in your inbox
Can’t learn it from a text or tweet
Not visible with your gaze so diverted
But it’s there
It’s always been there, in fact
The difference, friends:
Now there’s nothing left to hide it
All you gotta do is open your eyes
...and see
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Another of my recent photos:
Just dunk it
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