Thursday, 10 November 2011

Occupied

28th October 2011

White slab on the doormat, postmark,
a familiar china blue – the forfeit
of dignity in monthly increments -
and I’m sick to my stomach, again;
And on TV – Occupy Wall Street –
as though greed were a discovery,
injustice, a shiny toy or the new Black.

I’ve been in my foxhole for three years now,
dug in behind enemy lies - terraced walls, 
the polite exterior of war - wrestling
the slick of their machinery, bare hands ink
bloodied in daily skirmishes with quick-sand      
bureaucracy – and you, with the placard,
the ironic slogan, where the f**k were you?

© Angela T Carr

Occupy protesters plan 300-mile march from NYC to Washington
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Angela has been published in an anthology and literary magazines, and Commended in this year’s Patrick Kavanagh Award. She is based at the Irish Writers Centre in Dublin.

3 comments:

  1. http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2011/11/occupy.html

    More political than poetic I fear.

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  2. definitely poetry, albeit political. well done news muse

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  3. Bravo Angela, I think the structure and the language is really working for you - the forfeit of dignity in monthly increments, the polite exterior of war, so true.

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