Alex Child

Crowning World - Poem by Alex Child

Find me inside the concrete caverns of the infernal path; I am here though I wish not to be.
The walls sweat and churn, moments of sight contorting and thrashing
While the masked men hypnotize the hordes.
For we all partake of the one bread
Caged woman snatching money, do you know the perdition you sell?
No –
She swears,
Yet wears for two thousand years the tears she fears.
Fettered by that pretty little dress that smelt so nicely of exotic flowers,
Not flowers, rather magazines. Emptying the free packet so impatiently over yourself:
Stars came then, and your smile grew wicked.
Do not glare at me with those puppet eyes; I know the hands that mould your mind.
We who are many are one body
And will our aged say: ‘we toiled for their futures
But they sniffed and puffed and drank our love away. I despise the bodies that made
You - Son. Daughter. Spawn of unholy matrimony, no love is left now.
You sucked for too long and withered the teat.
Made hatred grow in happy people. Your life. Our life. The mirroring average cost and
Average production curves.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010

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