Scattered across my psyche
Reminders fall in heavy.
There is someone telling me to
Take off my ears,
They must see what computes underneath
It’s a matter of homestead security.
“Rather steady then beaten,”
The disembarked cousin of fear
Hollers in his native tongue,
To “do what the man says,”
For he has large ammunition in hand
But I am just a seabird
Gazing from above
Dodging preconceived notions
That 1942 was grand decades ago
And the opera that hires me would
Certainly, always, play union’s wage.
I wrap my dismembered heart
In the only cloth I have in hand,
Today, it is a flag,
But tomorrow will it be the sullied shirt
Of that young woman?
I just saw them tell her to take off her ears
And get chummy to the realization
their orders are now hers.
“That’s the way of the world, Miss.
See, years ago my predecessors came here
To scorch your culture with a better day.
I’d be thanking your lucky stars if I were you
That a savior could even look in those dark globes
That your people call eyes.
Let that seep in
From your feet.
We did it at the start of this great country,
Then across the waters
In places like Salem
And now, where your fortunate carcass
“Alas, Sir! There is no grass here,
What will I pray for?”
I, the seabird,
Hear my mission,
And I fly far, far away
To High Spirit
cooing, not gulling,
for better weather. •
Inspired by a few current affairs I am privy to & my friend, Katie’s, story post today [@prol.veg]. Also, shoutout to @pleasureasmedicine for the 2nd photo in this series.
Stay awake my dudes.
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