Patti
sings in the new dark ages in Sweden
these are the dark days still the
cash registers
ring the times in coin say we are
the soil sons daughters of plentiful
home from war
from peril stood
splay-legged there on the shoulders
of the clay-coloured
people brown and worse
suspicion
clings to them snails on a baby lettuce
head too delicious they the husks of
past wars rattling in the barns
rusting up our crop the bumper
sale Black Friday Cyber Monday
wallop went the scud
the walls stop only people
money zero one zero
one zero never done another float
today undrown-ed in
the corpse-full seas
This is a wonderful poem, Kerri. I loved Patti’s performance too - such deep humanity/so richly honest, and appropriate.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to say something too,
ReplyDeletewallop went the scud and k-ching marks so much these new dark ages. Thanks Kerri.