Sunday, February 7, 2016

At the Barber Shop

I went to get a haircut
a trim, please, just above the ears
and don't forget to taper the back
I would have given more instructions
but I found it hard to speak
faced with fascist symbols
on the windows and the doors
and right there on his beak
which wobbled when
with nasal but polite invective
he trotted our the usual sneeze -
a political breeze - in an ineffectual plea
to dazzle me with all the specious
glories of the Right...

those denizens of capital
who whistle in the darkness
while dabbling in the night where they
conjure up methods to use their means to
strike the laws by which
we live and whereby we atone
with the hammer of their hairy, steely fists
so that what we thought
was made of Constitutional stone
turns into broken rubble in a stream
and idles meaninglessly down the mountainside
where the poor folks die alone.

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