Like Mere Statues Against a Clear Sky

The whole world inches

Towards inclusive speakers

That do not understand the questions

Of the common person well

 

We tried to widen our senses

Under the spinning of the sun

The entire community transitions

Like a lean and hungry encyclopaedist

 

Who believes knowledge saves all

But there was no good & decent politician

Only another version of holocaust

The whole world waits

 

Like never before, standing

Sucking on the ponds and lofty fountains

Where the humans spirit

Craves a watery mountain

 

But there was no vile antithesis

Of the distance between, rich & poor

Only the extreme of competition

The tragedy of meditation on formless crowds

 

Unemployed and anxious

Carrying their hearts, on heavy-feet.

Reviews

[Nao Deguchi]

Yes Alan, I think the rich make 10 times more than the poor in most places. It's a sign of the doom of our times, there is too much consciousness in the world for this to keep going on indefinately.

[Alan L Boles]

I like the sound of your fourth stanza, the subject this line Of the distance between, rich & poor has been playing in my head for some time I have yet to find the words to write.