Global Village: Tribal Breakfast

Global Village: Tribal Breakfast

Humans salivate for property

swinish lust for pearls, gaza stripping

all the King’s mines, hyena territory.

This much the world’s made useless.

And still we scythe the greensward

close and now are sheepishly

for slaughter, ready for the drains.

Boys and girls, there’s no longer covenant,

no hopeful promise of any ark this time.

Nor Noah, no, not this time but some sudden

fright instead coming around the corner.

The revenue man coming for back taxes.

J.B. Cooper on his banana bike, scattering

all, all–sick to death of his balloons.

-T.C.Buell

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