08 February 2017

The Blind Lead the Blinded

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 “THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal.”
HARRISON BERGERON by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.



Remember the last time you were draft for a team 
because you were no good?  Me neither.   
But excellence offends, we are told.  Go figure. 

Harrison Bergeron no longer rises up to remind us of beauty.
Guns and fists threaten us.  We line up, vying to look alike,
to blend in or pay consequences: ears removed, fingers lost, eyes poked out.

We listen to the noise of machines raping land, poisoning our water and bringing
fossil fuel from the earth, leaving it parched, dried out and screeching.
Regulating offends, we are told.  Public education doesn’t pay.  Prisoners have no rights.

We who pay our taxes are stupid and those who earn degrees
are hoodwinked.  Anyone can perform your surgery. (That last one
is not true,  but it is logical.  Why didn’t I notice that before?)

We labored to build dreams but find we are useless hereafter. Our hopes were
soap bubbles.  What blows up must fall down. We now watch our world pop,
as those we had hoped to leave behind rise up and murder us in our sleep.

We awake to our faults—vanity, ignorance, arrogance—and stumble to the stove
for plain tea and unflavored coffee beans.  Our bookshelves are empty, ashes drift
through the air we must breathe.  We cannot see whose hands guide us home.

What is home?   How come home?   We cannot be certain of the right question--
and when wrong we are knocked to the ground.  When is home?  Where is it?
The answers are truly out of reach.  Metaphors are lying, poetry is dying.


(Also On the Confirmation of Education Secretary Betsy De Voss)


My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast


1 comment:

Martin Kloess said...

You are so good with imaginations and dreams. Have "they" gotten to you? Believe, know there are many poets being born.
Dream on...