What We Do
Listen……
Can you hear the sound?
That quiet roar of Being?
In the background,
In the cracks in the ground.
It’s the low rumble of a lumbering Lorry engine.
Do you hear it?
It’s just behind
The straggling dream of
Trying to get ‘somewhere’
Over some rainbow.
No Revelation . . .
Nothing was ever concealed;
Merely overlooked
By you,
By me.
While we were busy leaping
To catch the stick in our teeth
Thrown by our masters:
Money without faces
Men who have yet to be named.
When we are not trained to do tricks
Like dogs.
(Some of us even carry certificates.)
We are laboratory rats
Being tested for complacency
And our ability to follow simple instructions:
Like ‘Buy This Again!’
Well…what did you expect?
Angels with broken wings?
Excuses are open wounds
But mistakes open a clear glass window
Through which you can see,
In the distance:
Where you live,
Who you are and
Who answers your door when death knocks.
igorgoldkind
The Poesie of Igor Goldkind – Reciting Truth to Power 