Not Just Giant Walking Puppets Poem by Sarah Mkhonza
Not Just Giant Walking Puppets
Messing with democratic systems,
is indeed what it is this unseen,
covering up tracks in the snow,
depressions looking into the
eyes, of the sky saying someone
called Big Foot, was visiting the
dark corners in cyberspace, like a
cockroach in the dark, and surely
did cut the pound of flesh. That
is why there is all this hemorrhaging.
Tomorrow's inauguration tells you,
to come and put me on the scale,
to check if the weight plus blood
was just a pound. Weigh also the
country just to be sure how much,
it will have bled when they are done,
with it. As for, me bury me with
my hands outside the pile of earth,
so I can write a bleeding poem, to let
you know, what it is like where I will
be, so that you do not get caught,
with your pants down; the way it
happened to me. I was gutted, and
they wanted to taste my brain, arguing
that it was included in the pound of
flesh, these giant walking puppets.
Sarah, there is some seriously magnificent imagery here....the burial, and the leaving of the hands. They remain bare, so that what has happened may be reported and told. There's the pound of flesh....and the insatiable appetite of those wielding power to exact ever more. A powerful tribute to a day that holds out promise for change. Perhaps only the Big Foot knows how profound and positive that change may be. Perhaps we can only hope the world does not come to be populated by hands outstretched, seeking light and enlightenment, while the rest is no more. An amazing poem, Sarah.
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4/26/2024 7:27:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
..me bury me with my hands outside the pile of earth so I can write a telling poem to let you know what it is like where I will beme bury me with my hands outside the pile of earth so I can write a telling poem to let you know what it is like where I will be... very Very deep lines! Thank you for sharing!