Tuesday, August 3, 2010

It Makes No Sense

Don't tell me it's not a crazy world
When women stringed in heavy pearls
And priceless furs to which the dead smell
Of flayed animal heat still clings,

Slide out of hotels huge and foreign spiced
With glittering floors and cucumbers sliced
In odd shapes, labor of sweat and blood,
To sell through hot, steaming kitchens and lure

Exquisite taste buds nurtured by leafing
Through the right magazines, cameras flashing
To capture a beautiful morsel entering
A costly mouth, red-lipped in layers hiding

Tiny winter cracks and expelling
Fumes from breath freshener bottles displaying
The heraldic arms of a corporation labeled
In loud golden letters.

Don't tell me it's not a crazy world
When across the street from one such hotel,
A wrinkled man lies by the side of the road
Missing a leg in a land mine carrying a load

Of cooking oil and flour for the family's bread.
His clothes are filthy with the peculiar smell
Of need and endlessly streaming sweat
With boots rugged and barely hanging together

And hammered in places with rusty nails.
By the road he lies come heaven or hail,
Begging for food his body daily craves
While frenzied lice crawling through his matted hair,

Enact a circus to keep the people away,
Who recoil on instinct as they pass him by,
Wishing that the council would have him displaced-
He is spoiling their perfect landscape.

August 2010

3 comments:

Zaina Anwar said...

Although blatantly political, this poem is not a socialist commentary- just my common sense trying to figure out the human condition.

Jenny Enochsson said...

So strong and human, this one! There is so much about the modern society that basically pisses me off; for example, the cynicism and the lack of vision. I know I am a romantic and I do not care if some might find that ridiculous or well, old-fashioned.

We talked about Lawrence before and I came to think of a quote.

"I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze."

D.H. Lawrence

Thanks for this one, Zaina!

Zaina Anwar said...

Thank you, Jenny, especially for the quote. I can easily relate to that one!