lenten journal: here in america
Here in America
we yell at each other as though
anger were a pre-existing condition,
and diatribe an anagram of democracy;
but screaming doesn’t make it so:
louder and truer are not synonyms --
the same goes for rich and smart.
Using poetry to talk politics
is like giving a homework assignment
to a gaggle of eighth graders:
you can talk, but most aren’t listening;
it takes, therefore, the tenacity of
a middle school teacher to try . . .
because both teacher and poet
can name names: immigration is
named Hugo and José and Miriam;
health care is called Stross and Fez:
the Word becomes Flesh
and the shouting cannot put it out.
Peace,
Milton
2 comments:
Very nice ... I will have to show him. I predict at some point he will make a Stross declaration: "See, I told you I am famous."
:-)
Blessings ... and peace.
that is fantastic.
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