#957 - bitten and shy

 

20.viii.22

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bitten and shy

 

those who know themselves down

by fit, by fury

who’ve had so little say

those ones – they must lack the apt phrase

 

often all fist for next in line

whom noblesse will not oblige

 

the damaged are not the more holy or wise

the robbed never richer for their loss

 

whose skin has been a source of blame

who wore the dunce’s cap

trod mill

 

who’ve lost their words

won’t answer

 

the poor won’t sell their stocks

they keep a wallow swamp

 

tragedy is how we’re here

passing on of crimes

can’t be helped

 

whose country has been taken

have no road home nor out

 

every fact is a kind of violence

 

think merely of those whom we’ve eaten –

brief hells

trophies we must wear

 

who are maddened

speak with just themselves

what value that advice?

 

who tell their truth

are slaves to that

 

have lived the thing

will die

 

those murdered do no little dance

you’ll never hear their song

 

should the helots rise

there’ll be new facts of nature

 

and if the king’s head rolls off?

 

the drowned have surely blown their last bubble

 

the crushed to dust

must blow away

 

pretend whatever you like