#492 - beyond where

 

7.v.21

492

2.125

beyond where

(call it a passion)

 

only the absolutely other can instruct

                                  – Levinas

 

the dispossessed are saints

all lap up their suffering want

 

the damaged ones sit wise

we worship at their feet

 

martyrs whom the fire has cleansed

now ash to rub in an open wound

 

that’s just so we have the blessing

no wisdom but the suffering kind

 

a list of advantages, like pain

like tumble down the stairs

 

and die to tell the story –

call it invaluable schooling

 

those deprived of education

they know a thing or two

 

whom we persecute

shall we by their lips quench?

 

guzzle the moral

carry off in our beaks

 

the poor, the meek, the mild, the weak –

‘get on with it’ the sidelines call

 

those upstairs missing, so savant

could lead us into battle  

 

soul under the rug

and robot slave

 

the abnormal, creatures off the chart

the abused, the ones rotting

 

simpletons, favoured of fate

those we have hit right out of the park

 

the dead, good for an object lesson

the damned are our great gods today

 

ghosts speechless

black swag of a billabong song

 

and the dreamers worst of all

shone with lack

 

there’s listening now

there’s seeing them

 

when’s there giving back?