Thursday, 27 March 2014

Waking Up From Rigor Mortis.

1.
Children grew distended stomachs
To scream for a life from the capitalists.

In response,
A required bow.

“Up and down, proper bow
Like an oil derrick.”
They commanded.
2.
There's strength in numbers.
(Just ask the groundskeeper at a
Westernized graveyard)
Notice
How blisters decorate
pickaxes
and
Hoes.
While their fingers
Perform the duties
Of a proper worker.
Notice
How rose petals
Break away from bouquets,
Scatter across the trimmed lawn
Like dead fall leaves.
3.
It's the children,
Providing a lust for profit.
A marketable graveyard
Filled with the corpses
Of proletarians.
To keep the groundskeeper
Employed.
4.
Slaves had songs.
Revolutionaries had bullets.
Workers have a choice,
To sing,
Or take aim. 
A. j. Binash

http://socialistworker.org/2014/03/05/february-traumas-in-venezuela

A. j. Binash is a post-post-post modernist poet from La Crosse WI. He has released a book of poetry entitled 'Cautionary Tales of an American Boy Out Past Curfew' (Rattlesnake Valley Publishing).


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