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I am angry with
poem for the
world day of mourning
KAKO-day
my only
friend, the end
– Jim Morrison
and the
Republic summons shite –
the Mausoleum’s
last long fart
– apologies to Lowell
I am angry with it
I am angry with us
even at this distance, angry
with the failure to resist
the failure of justice, of right
there’s no least corner to escape
CRIMINAL IN CHARGE OF WORLD’S DEADLIEST GANG
angry at myself to be surprised
at the failure of irony to deliver
how weak we have been to let
it’s really all a kind of display
the eagles and the stars
the golf course
gleaming tower
and taunt the wrong?
what good?
try reason
see how far it gets
angry with ideas
to make a world safe for what?
foolskin
shared values?
no thanks
I am angry with what it is
what it shows
angry at all our pretending till now
(but that’s another poem)
it’s history where the wrong often win
I am angry for the Earth
for Science
yes for Truth
what can a poet – can an artist – do?
carry a torch to the top of the hill?
watch the world burn?
maybe join in?
very few of them can know what they’ve done
they must not be forgiven
this is the end of the gift they never deserved
they couldn’t understand
the ancestral blood shed for naught now
I am angry with it
with them
no better than the money made
the money lost
bare what teeth
grit
this morning
I was a long time getting the frog out of the
kitchen
towards the safety of the no one pond, the bog, the
swamp
we succeeded!
I am wearing my socks with the stars and koalas
I am setting off fresh again
woke up in the night with this
and frogs don’t boil by the way
frogs jump out of the water in time