shapes bend
and buck stuck
to the skin of our thin
our thinnest meaning
gleaming teeth
unsheathe
echo chambers
mouths
that crowd
around the parables
of pity by committee
we pull apart
our start
and hand it to the wind
pinned
to the politics of purpose
I ache
I ache to awake
from the gloss of our loss
of our losses
she crosses
on the ballot next to
ambivalence
antipathy and rye
caustic shrugging
drugging hope
with a cautious poison
tighten your belt
accept the hand
you were dealt
by the crooked
croupier
4 comments:
ha but we are profits...that is why they keep us around and let us choose who leads based on who they tell us we can vite for...smiles...really some nice flow and allusions and i love the pic
Very skillful use of interior rhyme and building tension through your language here--and I agree with brian--just read a quote from Voltaire; "The comfort of the rich depends upon an abundant supply of the poor." Excellent piece, cat.
I agree - strong flow, some good solid phrases, (drugged hope was my fav) and loved the alliteration and rhymes.
Couldn't help substituting the word "patients" for "we" in the title for myself. (The mindboggling edifice of private health care in South Africa is only able to answer to shareholders rather than the sick and dying. Strength, Aaron Motsoaledi!) Run-on Rhymes and serpiginous assonance-alliteration communicate a sense of desperation rippling under the surface of "shrugging" and "accept(ing) the hand...dealt". Exactly how I feel! I love the phrase "the crooked croupier" as a refutation of Adam Smith's "invisible hand".
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