Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Poetry for an Open Mic, Caterpillar Edition


Help

Though dying
we are nowhere near dead
not so much undying as unliving.

Our worst build an agglutination of debris, donations and larceny.
 and transmit a ring side view.

Our best burn down a tiny candle
waiting for a litany of fact

Out the time at the speed of light
terminal velocity
Massive as a moon
Wide as a galaxy
Fragile as a dragonfly's wing
Touching in the distance.


Crystal Bridges (The Museum in Bentonville, Arkansas)

Beggars outside sweatshops
choking dysentery exhaust fumes
through thoroughfares
swarming as cigarette butts
hit the pavement

the meek prey without mercy
meager rations in every strand of DNA
save the harvest of AK-47s.

Meanwhile
Across the continental divide
Behind a vast array of mansions
in her small neck of the woods
art for her sake and
Inherited millions defend
where there is not a penny for tribute

"Always low prices"
success wealth population fame
life rolling along
like a pretend Mercedes
or was it her Porsche that slammed into the mother of two?

Retribution
 a war management didn't see coming
 On their lips
planted the leaf of Kali
graffiti daubed Help Desk survivors
anonymous
undersocialized
cyber-warriors

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