Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Poem tree held hostage...


Not even in death are we safe…

They took the poem tree—uprooted last fall and locked in a fenced lot—took it and stripped it of what poems may have been left, stripped it of its ribbons and strings of shiny can tabs, and threw away the little piece of wood—written in memory of my sister—left it bare and exposed –and dragged to a Garden Shop on the 1500 block of Passyunk... set up... hung it with .... COMMODITIES – with things for SALE, things to be OWNED… and all things owned all who own are slaves…

Ravaged and carried off into slavery, poor poem tree..

Not even in death are we safe from the predators of capitalism

1 comment:

  1. A wonderful, deeply moving poem that reflects on life in these times we are living in.

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