Lips stuck in mock stop, O!
Crisis? What crisis?
You say, Nothing a good bit of
Spirit and craft won’t cure.
You say, The problem with people
These days is their lack of… grit?
You say, They can’t see what
I’ve had to endure.
So fair and foul a day.
You’re tough like glass
But not unbreakable. I’ve
Seen the tears when
Your worldview falls through.
I’ve watched you sweep it clear
When truth with all its
Hard matter and fact
Threatens to crack your
Veneer. Crazed sneer.
The wood sways. Afraid in its fog.
What does town say?
Alarmed and armed contempt
Does come this way.
King Lear dropped by last night.
Brought his whole ensemble out:
Daughters, court, Gloucester’s eyes,
Shakespeare learnt en route,
Out of one kingdom, an evasion,
Straight into this fools’ paradise.
Thud thud thud. Let’s to our prison!
Old man, I see that recognition
In your eyes. What desire! Still?
After all these years? The audience
So nice in its comprehension.
Young flesh is long since dead.
The poetry transcends time and beats
Its cacophonous drum. A soliloquy
Out of the ecstasy of kingdom’s cum.
Earth covered son and blood
Splattered everyone until we knew
It was on our own hands too.
I wonder how many felt your agony?
Exhaustion, shame? I wonder how
Many conspire in the reign
Of those who let a whim determine
Who’s in, who’s out? Who played
which part? Who’s left outside
the theatre again, alone in the rain
What is your dream?
Why, for Sanders, has the American
Dream become a nightmare?
Is this Hollywood star its epitome?
Hold on to this word, mamae:
Pain, suffering, struggle,
And this one, aroha:
Love and compassion.
These plans and dreams,
the thresher and crash,
Listen, still rumbling along,
Threaten and cash in.
We’ll meet two people,
Caught up in these times,
Just as we are, in ours,
Looking for a place to dream.