"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Sunday, January 4, 2015

WET NURSE

Catastrophic, catatonic, wet nurse,
Screams spread by sonic breeze like frantic verse;
No one can hear the horsepower of the hearse,
Single syllables punctuate each curse.

Silly season's sessions, vexed expressions,
Traffic merge expletives - scourge ahead;
Another drunken coward punch - he dead?
Can we ignore sources of transgressions?

Why can no one see all the rotten trees?
Why do we fail to smell the rancid fruit?
Tolerate, regulate - more lawyers' fees!
Irrigate well the causes at the root!



Acknowledgement: the picture comes from a painting by Ethan Harris

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