Margaret Alice Second

Silver Star - 4,265 Points (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Constructing The Unreal Wall - Poem by Margaret Alice Second

But it is useless; born without the ability to
overcome a feeling of boredom with all that
fails to engage my emotions and senses, long
professorial texts & discursive philosophical
thesis, detailed development plans to impress
would-be donors anxious to channel excess
wealth in smooth tax-evasion moves

Acronyms to be used with consistence, under-
standing the boring lines so that interpretation
makes sense in the target-language context -
excuse me, dear reader, but this is just as boring
for me as for you, I am wasting my life in this
chair forcing myself into despair, using poverty
and pain as motivation to keep my eyes

On lines that explode cells in my brain, destroy the
signals of communication; I have made a million
lists as per prescription and not a single concept
remains in my mind which sucks in and destroys
the light of rational deduction until only infinitely
heavy black matter is left within, precluding human
comfort while boredom paralyses

Mind and body - time to jump into the next dark hole
of repetitive terms that exterminate original thoughts
and maim the imagination in line by meaningless line
marching in grey, life-destroying texts, dying for the
‘privilege' to be a lonely brick constructing the unreal
wall dreamed up by a civilisation which only seeks
satisfaction of material needs

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013


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