Another fence covered with teddybears and balloons,
more stricken newscasters,
who will grow into the story day by day,
shock giving way
to Earnest Frowns
CNN coverage folds back on itself, back
thru Jonesboro, Springfield, Peducah, Oklahoma,
Waco. If I didn’t
see the date in the corner
of the screen, I wouldn’t be sure
what it was. What a soup,
a stew stirred, Culture the ladle and children peas
floating by, peas and diced carrots,
peeled potatoes, boiling merrily away. Charlton Heston
should SHUT UP, surely,
but there’s more to it
than that. As some commentator said, either
last week or last year,
It’s the heart to
disarm. It’s the heart.
© Rose Drew
Putting pro-gun theory to test, man shoots himself in backside
Ben Stein on gun control
Rose Drew has hosted open mics for +9 years (www.yorkspokenword.org.uk) and co-owns small press Stairwell Books. She’s published in newspapers, books, journals, including her collection Temporary Safety (2011).
Showing posts with label Rose Drew. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rose Drew. Show all posts
Saturday, 25 August 2012
Friday, 27 July 2012
Modern Olympic Games
100 meter dash to queue for a job
To be one of 500
Trying for 3 spots
Go for Gold
In the Look Poor Enough playoffs
To hang on to food stamps
And be able to eat
In the javelin toss
Try not to aim
At tempting political targets
You hope don’t come into range
The little people
Left to scrabble amongst ourselves
Outsides the gates of prosperity, security:
The real game is to survive.
Leap! Like superman as you pole vault
Over the trash that towns can’t afford
To pick up
Sprint for help when the lady
Who didn’t couldn’t wouldn’t don’t matter now anyhow
Doesn’t have
Fire protection sees her house catch
And nobody comes
Run that desperate mile
From the cracker with a gun
Who thinks you don’t belong
In his neighbourhood
Stand for hours and smile
And say You want Fries with that?
As you wait
For that amerikkkan dream
To be served.
© Rose Drew
Rose Drew has hosted open mics for +9 years (www.yorkspokenword.org.uk) and co-owns small press Stairwell Books. She’s published in newspapers, books, journals, including her collection Temporary Safety (2011).
To be one of 500
Trying for 3 spots
Go for Gold
In the Look Poor Enough playoffs
To hang on to food stamps
And be able to eat
In the javelin toss
Try not to aim
At tempting political targets
You hope don’t come into range
The little people
Left to scrabble amongst ourselves
Outsides the gates of prosperity, security:
The real game is to survive.
Leap! Like superman as you pole vault
Over the trash that towns can’t afford
To pick up
Sprint for help when the lady
Who didn’t couldn’t wouldn’t don’t matter now anyhow
Doesn’t have
Fire protection sees her house catch
And nobody comes
Run that desperate mile
From the cracker with a gun
Who thinks you don’t belong
In his neighbourhood
Stand for hours and smile
And say You want Fries with that?
As you wait
For that amerikkkan dream
To be served.
© Rose Drew
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
A Few Dead Republican Girls
That’s what it’ll come to,
after Roe v Wade is overturned completely:
a few botched abortions
a few dead daughters (the more beautiful the better);
golden children of rich Republicans
undone by their parents plans.
But not toooo rich,
a platinum card buys a lot of doctoring;
a private jet can fly someone anywhere—
to France, say, where Gramma goes
for Alzheimer's stem cell therapy,
or Switzerland, where the Old Man himself
is said to travel for Parkinson's.
Just rich enough;
just loved enough,
a female Isaac whose Abraham dad becomes appalled,
stricken by grief,
repents.
Already, multiple States have multiple laws
outlawing choice,
stayed only by reluctant Federal hands:
hands now untied, fists curled
to demand Obedience,
slamming blows on shameless sluts across the world,
to send them, weeping,
into the compassionate arms of their Savior…..
…….Well, that’s the plan.
Like bowls of colorful condoms now removed from college halls
so sexed up kids can just shower in cold water
and tough it out, dammit;
like scrips for The Pill unfilled
by ethically compromised pharmacists
who shouldn’t bring Religion to work in their lunchpail;
like Pledges and Promises of Chastity
sworn before dad in the livingroom
yet forgotten by the bike shed;
like all plans to legislate human sexuality,
and yet forget that humans are involved—
this plan will ultimately fail,
fall victim to too many victims,
an overturn doomed to being overturned.
And except for those unfortunate daughters,
who find themselves in bad circumstance,
with no medical help,
no legal recourse,
in a decade or two of the dying
things will go back to what they were.
All it takes are a few
dead
Republican girls:
woe be to them.
© Rose Drew
Rose Drew has hosted open mics for +9 years (www.yorkspokenword.org.uk) and co-owns small press Stairwell Books. She’s published in newspapers, books, journals, including her collection Temporary Safety (2011).
after Roe v Wade is overturned completely:
a few botched abortions
a few dead daughters (the more beautiful the better);
golden children of rich Republicans
undone by their parents plans.
But not toooo rich,
a platinum card buys a lot of doctoring;
a private jet can fly someone anywhere—
to France, say, where Gramma goes
for Alzheimer's stem cell therapy,
or Switzerland, where the Old Man himself
is said to travel for Parkinson's.
Just rich enough;
just loved enough,
a female Isaac whose Abraham dad becomes appalled,
stricken by grief,
repents.
Already, multiple States have multiple laws
outlawing choice,
stayed only by reluctant Federal hands:
hands now untied, fists curled
to demand Obedience,
slamming blows on shameless sluts across the world,
to send them, weeping,
into the compassionate arms of their Savior…..
…….Well, that’s the plan.
Like bowls of colorful condoms now removed from college halls
so sexed up kids can just shower in cold water
and tough it out, dammit;
like scrips for The Pill unfilled
by ethically compromised pharmacists
who shouldn’t bring Religion to work in their lunchpail;
like Pledges and Promises of Chastity
sworn before dad in the livingroom
yet forgotten by the bike shed;
like all plans to legislate human sexuality,
and yet forget that humans are involved—
this plan will ultimately fail,
fall victim to too many victims,
an overturn doomed to being overturned.
And except for those unfortunate daughters,
who find themselves in bad circumstance,
with no medical help,
no legal recourse,
in a decade or two of the dying
things will go back to what they were.
All it takes are a few
dead
Republican girls:
woe be to them.
© Rose Drew
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