We are all careless Maestro's
Weaving word baton's
an enchanters wand
leaving sparkle trails
in semi circle swirls
on the air.
United in deed and intent
we bend the vagaries of human endeavor
into manageable bites
small morsels of frailty
swallowed carefully
by a tentative throats contraction
We watch
as the earth is flayed
her raw wounds
seeping and exposed
and write of her demise
followed inevitably
by our own
We watch
as the city
eats another child
the crunch of bone
shudders through streets
across the paint peeling fences
deep into boxy lounge rooms
where plasma tv's
rage upon the wall
the blare
unable to drown out the sound
You have shown me the clouds
the poverty of isolation
through the clarity of resolve
and what it is to be free.
I have shown you failings and fantasy
glorious and tawdry
and how beneath the missteps
there is the light tread of song still
tapping out its untarnished shine.
And together
we watch.
2 comments:
sometimes feels so redundant to simply observe and write. I wish I were brave enough to step up and do more.
The world needs observers
Without those who watch, who will say, hey, wait, this needs change, this is wrong.
We give subjective objectivity
We are very important in the scheme of things I think.
You are brave enough to write it, and that is very brave indeed *soft smile*
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