Ode to Citizen Bane II

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Ode to Citizen Bane II

PABLO NERUDA STYLE

We

of the masculine

genus,

you know

the ones with a

penis--

sometimes wonder

wistfully

if during

our other lives

we were once

more

than brothers

play with

motors, guns, &

knives;

that perhaps we might

even

have been

mothers

in some distant land,

some distant time,

whelping

poets,

bastards, sculptors,

predators,

pimps & presidents?

We

deliberate denizens

of these

United States

rolling blindly on

red-white & blue

skates;

fed up

with partisan politics,

pining pathetically

for

a way out,

egress

from the mix

of

empire building,

corporate sodomy,

unending

cycles of war,

war,

& more war,

ill health,

& the obvious

uneven distribution

of wealth

would 

really love

to get on

the buses,

get

in line,

drive to DC,

then

march by the billions

to

the very steps

of Congress;

that is

if we actually

thought

it would

accomplish the things’

we fought

for,

wished for,

died

for,

needed.

We

of the

Wordsmith predilection,

the heavy

lifters,

the bleeding

hearts, spokespersons,

loose cannons,

gad flies,

romantics,

pariahs,

petitioners,

prophets;

we

will be

embed with the 

warriors,

will

work for your

slave wages,

will

suffer the

dehumanization,

will consent

to being

bullied, will

remain

within sad relationships,

will

take up the

unpopular 

causes,

so that

in between the

bouts of bathos,

wedged

between

chaos & coitus,

we

remain

free

to let loose

the daring dogs

of poetics;

unleashed,

teeth bared,

unmuzzled

& ever faithful,

ever loyal

to the rare

Masters

of 

Truth. 

Glenn Buttkus

Also posted over on dVerse Poets FFA