As the Days Decay

The rotten fruit shall be shaken --- W. H. Auden

Do they somehow envision sainthood in the homeless
or extoll the virtue of the millions toiling for minimum wage;
see themselves as the feudal overlords of trickle-down,
their enormous profits banquet omelets for the common good?

You know the politics whereof I speak,
the Me, Myself and I of anachronistic yesterdays,
the concave years of soup-kitchens supporting high-rise condos
and batshit crazy presidential candidates admiring selfies.

I wonder if it's all because they can't reach orgasm;
impotence and pharmaceuticals which fuel our economy?
A nation moans from the exhaustion of despair with
forgotten cityscapes of odorous blacks and blues.




Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2015-10-17 at 12:29

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A great piece indeed. And the beginning of last paragraph made me smile.
2015-10-21



Yes the world can be treacherous as you aptly describe.
2015-10-17


countryfog
You've cut right to the quick of it, this disease that manifests in all the ways you so vividly describe, and others - almost daily now campus massacres, more than daily beatings and killings of children, elder abuse . . . the list goes on and on. I grow more and more despondent and fearful of the world my grandchildren are inheriting.
2015-10-17