Forgotten Ground Regained

Stripped to the Bonemeal

Time will come when the tyrants wane,when Cape Cod will be encased in ice,frozen like the final fires of hellwhere the tears of the taker confine.
To these Bible Belt complacent we say WOE —to Lexington’s healthy horse breeders,to Houston’s oil oligarchs and their wives,to St. Louis’s stealers of farms(the corn mutants of Monsanto fiefs),to Indy’s hoarders of insulin patents, and redlining real-estatebrokers spread like a patina of SPAM —we say woe to you wicked Christians.
You feel secure in the coastless heights.
For Saudi and Iraq, for the Soviets and China.For Mexico City and Singapore.For Japan and Uganda, for Polynesia and Sweden.
Are they so much worse for wear to insult?Are you so better off than these beautiful places?
And there will be time for The End to anguish greedwhen your lapis lazuli La-Z-Boys®fold inward in a fractured heap,when the mojitos you inhale docksideslip in your sweat and shatter on deck,when your Golden Globes gilded in Peru minestarnish by your misinvoiced trade policies,when your Powers That Be lose your power in threecarefully placed hurricanes,when your poor will be seen, empowered and whole.
Enjoy your tours of juniper spirits,foodie reviews and festivals of music.Enjoy your Costco wine and calves.
Your people — your poor — lie in ruin.And because of that: America ain’t great.
"If the civility of a society’s what you want to size, take a deeper look at its prisons.” —Dostoevsky
The meal will get stripped to the bonemeal.The lounge will stiffen, so languishes the sex,and the market crashes making you the poorand not merely the poor in meek spirit.
When your pride is ended, you will ask this:How did the meek inherit the earth?
First published on Spark and Echo
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