WE HAVE....

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by MadMenWearingFedora

by MadMenWearingFedora

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My poem WE HAVE....., published in Chewers & Masticadores Journal, lays to rest the false idealism of our rose-tinted world.

Read it and share your thoughts.

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We let distances
take us too
far away,
to places
where
wallops of dogma
cut like a rusty
scythe
through crops.
Hermits
scavenge
here
for the last life.

If we can
we must rip
away the tide
that takes
us towards
only the salted sea.

The night porter
goes with the scythes
before the crops.

***

In that nearest distance,
many men
carry
parasols
in the shape of a half-moon
to save their eyes.
Yet they suckle
on the femurs
of their beloved children.
They sire
a country
with false modesty.

Just like
their own fathers.

***

We have
devised
a world
through
this sea
of people.

They
have
an appetite
to eat their young.

The night porter
has reached their beds.

***

We let distances
take us too
far away.
The nearest distance
today
will be
the empty lot
where
the
sea will part.

It will
leave us
with scythes
before new crops,
sired
by
Janus.

***

GLOSSARY

Janus is the Roman two-faced God of beginnings and endings, transitions, gates, time, duality, doorways, passages and frames.