Treasure Island

A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

A Mutation of Thought


1.
Children grew distended stomachs
To scream, for a life, from the capitalists.

In response,
A required bow.

“Up and down, proper bow
Like an oil derrick.”
They commanded.

2.
There's strength in numbers.
(Just ask the groundskeeper at a
Westernized graveyard)

Notice
How blisters decorate
pickaxes
and
Hoes.

While their fingers
Perform the duties
Of a proper worker.

Notice
How rose petals
Break away from bouquets,
Scatter across the trimmed lawn
Like dead fall leaves.

3.
It's the children,
Providing a lust for profit.

A marketable graveyard
Filled with the corpses
Of proletarians.

To keep the groundskeeper
Employed.

4.
Slaves had songs.
Revolutions had bullets.
Workers have a choice,
To sing,
Or take aim.

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014
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