Gold Poem by Matthew Sweeney
Gold
After the murder, I called a meeting
to see if we were happy. I declared
I was not — I said I liked the man
we shot. You all disagreed with this.
I asked if you knew him, his wife,
none of you did. "Kill me, then,"
I said. You all stared at me. "Why,
Bernard? Of course we won't."
"Why not?" I said. "He was a good
man, a better man than me. And
look at what I've brought you —
rubbish, dodgy tales, dross."
"Easy to dismiss that," you said.
"We appreciated it all. And you
wandered the wild paths to bring
it back to us — your songs, your
legends, magic stories, your gold."
I thanked you, but shook my head.
The good man was dead. I didn't care
what I'd brought you. I needed to go.
I packed up my sagas, my song lyrics,
my alchemy potions, my gold, and
I disappeared.
Reminds me of the song GOLD popularized by SPANDAU BALLET.... Thanks for posting👍
First a name flying beside my brain antenna..... John Lenon. And next I think the episode in broaderscape. Universally the murdered and murdering person, quiet complicated the lunacy to define. Who is the best and better who! White anarchy never been our subject to discuss loudly but black anarchy much loud. (***White and black here i used to indicate State-sponsored-anarchy and Publicly-arranged-anarchy of different motif and attitude. Never I use these term for color conflict of skin and culture.) Thanks.
I am not too sure if this is related to the Troubles. Are we talking about a real death, or a metaphorical one?
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5/6/2024 12:10:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When a story is told in prose or verse, I do not know how to assess it either as prose or poetry. In this piece, I must detect what it purports to be. I dislike violence; so, I think, the writer does. Pass on.