By the Neck

No, we haven’t always followed
a circus of clowns drunk on folly.

Once, long ago, we weren’t
a herd of thought blinded folks
driven (by the neck, gently…)
into the jaggedness of the abyss.

My grandfather remembers the bliss
of dreaming. My grandmother? No,
she had no rights to dream. But
that’s a story for later. Today,

I speak of the orange-faced windbags,
the dimwits with dry straw growing
out of hubris-thickened skulls
that should have contained brains.

Oh, but we have no choice. We must
open our eyes and see, or we’ll crash.
We will crash so damn hard
that our many-times repaired hearts
will stop pumping living red into backbone,
and our brains will spill pinkish into muck,
way before we reclaim our rights to think.

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linked to Idiots Herding the Blind – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 3 of 13); and Get Listed! ~ The Compound Word Edition, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

“Being Human-a Work of Heart”, by Paper Doll State of Mind
“Being Human: a Work of Heart”, by Paper Doll State of Mind

53 thoughts on “By the Neck

  1. *sigh* I do hope that there is some sort of realization, but the orange faced windbag is only a nasty symptom of the greater disease it oozes on top of.

  2. Skillfully executed Magaly! And the affliction depicted by pins on the heart, forefathers’ dreams hijacked by idiots, “grandfather remembers the bliss of dreaming…” says it all.
    p.s. I’m sitting this one out as way of saving my ‘political rants’ for bad hair days:-)

  3. I’ve been reading Jennet Conant’s “A Covert Affair” and the parallels to today (with McCarthyism and the crazy rhetoric of the extreme right and left is chilling). We better learn to think for ourselves and stop being sheep. Great job!

  4. You captured the feelings of many, I think. We have been forced to attend the circus where the price to enter is so high that there are no coins left for popcorn or cotton candy. I will be waiting for the grandmother piece!

  5. Phew! What an amazingly potent piece of writing. I love your compound words. This is just WOW!

    I speak of the orange-faced windbags,
    the dimwits with dry straw growing
    out of hubris-thickened skulls
    that should have contained brains.

  6. Seems a great commentary on today’s political mess, especially in reference to the one with outrageous hair and heavy orange make-up 🙂

    But the above pushed a side, I really liked this:

    ” My grandfather remembers the bliss
    of dreaming. My grandmother? No,
    she had no rights to dream. But
    that’s a story for later.”

  7. Very artful twining of the contemporary, the legendary, the temporary and the eternal here Magaly. Your compound words are subtle and hit just the right rhythm and notes. This is, as always, a very vivid, very wise poem, and I find its veiled prophecy at the close chilling. I also like the lines Gail Ragsdale quoted just above.

  8. Very strong and well said too. We, your neighbors, watch in horror at some of the shenanigans that are happening. May strong heads prevail in the end. Your writing is impressive,,,

  9. i keep thinking of scarecrows in a vast field, but never of hearts while reading and rereading this poem

    much love

    P.S. thanks for dropping by to read mine

    • It seems my attempt to show a society with hearts that have been mended time after time failed to show itself to you, lol. Maybe it decided to go invisible for a bit… You know speakers, so very willful. 🙂

  10. Wow…this:

    “Once, long ago, we weren’t
    a herd of thought blinded folks
    driven (by the neck, gently…)
    into the jaggedness of the abyss.”

    and your closing along with chosen image…knock out! 🙂

  11. You’ve captured my feelings precisely. I’m actually quite terrified of him winning, more than I’d care to admit. I keep saying… It can’t happen, but history has taught us otherwise. This is a brave poem, Magaly, and so beautifully written.

  12. LOVE IT! I am surprised how little interest much of the public have in leaders until they realise they may destroy their way of life and any hope their children have of employment, breathing fresh air, or being persecuted for race/gender/wealth… and still then only a few are spurred into action, like the world is on a path of destruction and the public still thinks they don’t have the power to stop it, under the spell of the media & the wealthy that they can do nothing, makes you realise how vile dictators rose to power 🙁

    • It’s the same surprise I feel when I hear someone say something like, “I don’t do politics.” How can they live in the world then, you know? People make no sense… until they’re drowning, that is… after that, the “Save me!” is pretty clear. And sad.

  13. I missed commenting on this one, oops…so I am going backwards to make sure I haven’t missed anyone else, or visit those I have missed. Behind, late, backwards…I’m starting to sound like the candidates, OH NO!!!

    I LOVE this piece. I want to hear Grandma’s story. Soon possibly? Your descriptive images are great and really could make people think about the Left and Right are not just what hand is what. Now we have a new candidate “T.Rump”, awesome.

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