Serpentine
her sun soaked bones
gave way to the bleaching
her ancient rivers drying up
in the coming of
the second wave of genocide
privilege sinks its fangs in
this modern society
deeper than the roots
that lay bare at her feet
seduce her
cupped hand
begs for the water
that was once held in her lungs
and stored in her womb
skins shed in this drought ridden land
profit margins
a tight fit
for waterlogged bodies
plump with creation
privilege sinks its fangs in
skins shed in this drought ridden land
poison writhes inside
the flesh of those
disconnected from culture
as your venom is weakened
by city lights
once you sink your teeth
into corporate greed
and commercialism
you become just another snake
shedding your skin
to bleach your bones.
Pound said 'go in fear of abstractions
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I think Pound had a point'
consider Brecht's second last poem --
And I always thought: the very simplest words
Must be enough. When I say what things are like
Everyone’s hearts must be torn to shreds.
That you’ll go down if you don’t stand up for yourself—
Surely you see that.