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Simmer until done…
Under the surface of the
simmered –
chains clank – despite who
won what –
chains clank –color bleeds
from each
and every pounding throat –
and still
the acorn nut grows into an
oak tree
year after year – tree after
tree - until
as filigreed leaves dance in
the sunshine
comes a punch to the throat –
a blazing
label of hate no longer
hidden - matter
coalescing into a wave of
contortion
uncapped, unrestrained, unashamed.
Under the surface of the
simmered
The bulging aneurysm of
anguish shall
burst into that star spangled
banner
waved high and proud and claimed
in a consensus of conscience
finally cooked and ready to
serve
liberty
exploded
Yes. Gracious. Even the oak is implicated as it slides in and out of metaphor. I'd cast my lot with the real live oak if I didn't have to resist, a movement that also grows underground in that slow simmer.
ReplyDeletePowerful imagery...simmering.
ReplyDelete"The bulging aneurysm of anguish" - what a fantastic line that is. The national anthem is full of angst these days. I do hope for liberty to reclaim its rightful place, and soon.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful words that leave me bereft.
Cynical, indeed; sadly accurate, though.
ReplyDeleteWill we like it?
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