Enjoying the Insurrection From Afar

The city drove us both into the country.
Now, I'm not sure we could cope. The
Mutants at the bus stop, drifting toward
The sorts of jobs we used to have when
We were there, seem harder than the
Ones we knew. The gilded shits, from
In their condos, cruise the streets in
German cars, their windows darkened.
Wallets fatter, further from the mutants
Than they were when we were living
There. We knew a few across the chasm,
Peddled art to open doors, but no such
Bridges bind them now. The condos
Feature guards with guns. The mutants
Mass, and, if there's justice, they'll
Put bricks through windows darkened.
They'll have gilded shits for lunch,
And we, from where we are, may see
What they are doing on TV. We'll shrug
And say we saw it coming, pick our
Herbs and count our coins, and tell
Ourselves that we were wise to seek
Out country homes.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-08-09 at 00:44

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