There's so much dying
in making a living
like our dreams slaughtered by a time clock.
Sammy "The Bull", though,
makes his living by ,well,
chopping up people.
Exxon does it
to the tundra.
Purdue sticks it
to the chickens.
Mama's making stew
from a throat-slit cow.
Henry's whacking down
all the pines on
wild back quarter.
Sarah's gutting fish
for a bouillabaisse.
Tony's exterminating roaches,
mice, whatever crawls
all for the right price.
Dr. Dan kills germs, who
make a living killing us.
Brazil kills rain forests.
And Nippon mariners with
nets black and cruel as
the apocalypse decimate
the ancient salmon runs.
Oh, how I shudder to think
what making a living
is going to do next.
Philosophy of morality made accessible to everyone, yet few will read, let alone follow the obvious message and subtle warning. This truly begs the question: what kind of jobs will the middle class in America have to choose from as the century's commerce becomes more and more global. Of course, if the drought continues at the alarming rate of the past two years, we may not have to worry about how most will be making a living, unless, of course, they're willing to endure some language training and be willing to sweat a soy sauce fragrance.
We're all wrong headed in the world at large, & if that's a future title for a yet unwritten poem of mine, it nevertheless will take a cue from this one.
Excellent poem.I enjoy reading your poetry.take care
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on November 27, 2009
Maybe martians hungry for tender brains will start killing poets to dine on them. Who knows? Wonderful poetry and provocative questions. I often think about such things. It's very disturbing. And it's just money flowing from one hand to the next. It's about the velocity of money, nothing else. If money flows, the economy is healthy. When money is stagnant, everyone suffers. Guess we need to ramp up the death machine again.
Excellent Ben!
Your poet juices are flowing
in this sobering insight. One of
the reasons I cleave to poetry as an
outlet is because of how I am compelled
to consider (carefully) life from anothers
perspective. You have opened my eyes.
Still, I like Filet Mignon medium rare.
Blessings ...
r
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what making a living
is going to do next.
Amen, Ben! Love and peace to you,
Regis
Your poet juices are flowing
in this sobering insight. One of
the reasons I cleave to poetry as an
outlet is because of how I am compelled
to consider (carefully) life from anothers
perspective. You have opened my eyes.
Still, I like Filet Mignon medium rare.
Blessings ...
r
Your poignant commentary is just the tip
Wait till you have one move into your backyard
Well done Patrick
Steve Chering UK