Boneshakin

Boneshakin

A Poem by Duncan Brown

Shake your hands to your elbows

And your bones down to your feet

Where empty sockets in our pockets

Remind us where eyes used to see

When our shoes really hit the street

 

Walking on water is something else

Treading grapes a sweeter experience

While each doth not presage the other

Sour wine tastes so much sweeter

Than a dust filled glass of dry water

 

Loaves and fishes in their dishes

Feed the hungry eyes of multitudes

Eating miraculously each mirage

Believing it to be the fools’ banquet

Transforming hunger with a new image

 

Breaking bones is not what it used to be

When the economy of flesh is hunger

And salvation is a calcium paradise

Costing each of our arms at least a leg

When life is damage imitating limitation.

© 2016 Duncan Brown


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Duncan Brown
Go on....it's topical any time of year

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Added on December 11, 2016
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Duncan Brown
Duncan Brown

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