Theos-Talk Archives (January 2007 Message tt00388)

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  From: Mark Jaqua 
  To: theos-talk@yahoogroups.com 
  Sent: Sunday, January 21, 2007 1:05 AM
  Subject: Theos-World Savages


  Here's a poem I wrote a long time 
  ago for some of the "locals," 
  conventionality, social pretense, and
  general dead-headedness.
  - jake j.


  SAVAGES

  What crime did I commit to be here? 
  Are there no heavens in eternity?
  Why here, among this rotting flesh, flys and stench. 
  Among the Dukes of Hazzard and romance novels
  Among those that think it luxury 
  And the grandest fun
  They know not their lowly condition 
  Or distance from light

  Among those that see a little game of cards 
  As the only game there is,
  The one ordained by god
  If they ever think that far 
  Before a disdainful smirk set in 
  Like a knee-jerk,
  Or the reaction of the lowest plankton. 

  That sorry tramp I tried to help
  I find his brains are scrambled 
  I find him turning on me
  With the predator's smile
  When dollar's and cents are involved. 

  At home. . . 
  These piles of boards 
  And ugly concrete blocks 
  Cry war against my neighbor's uprooted crabgrass 
  And neatly snipped sidewalks.
  These boards lap at their foundations of morality 
  The abyss is only a few hundred feet away
  The abyss they tread over 
  Supported by a Snapper lawnmower 
  And Sherwin-Williams paint. 

  More savages wear suit and tie 
  Or drive new chevys or buicks 
  Than wave a spear in the Jungle. 
  Savagery is of the mind
  And petty or grasping disposition,
  And not of unkempt hair and grubby house. 
  There is more savagery in churches
  Than any native hut.

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