HAPPY BIRTH DAY MR PRECEDENT by David Erdos - Poem 1 from AT THE GATES
Poem 1 from AT THE GATES
What is it we’re waiting for now: do
we know?
Some fiction we made when fact failed
us? A change
In the weather, or, as laboratories
wrestle the germ
Back and forth; a fresh race? But one
that flows back
To the start, not the end, so that we
may all feel
Familiar, and recognise while we’re
running
The fast blurring day and found face?
I have been
Waiting for days for a number of
people to call me,
Casting myself to the wire in order
to shape
And stir my return – into the realm
of the real,
Charged as it is by full feeling,
whether it is
Something new for a woman, or the
song of blood
Started when passion and flesh rouse
and burn.
In America an old and seemingly good
man has won,
But he will struggle to seal the torn
earthquake
That Trump’s fat scam has unthreaded
to show
The naked Emperor’s clothes that ass
wore.
It may as well have been a cloak made
of stone
And of the very ground riots ruined.
If he ever
Achieves a true landslide then let’s
see him buried
Beneath a self-avalanched Mount
Rushmore
Then his fired face would bleed
through the American
Pulp he has published; inked by the
blood of those
Executed, and through those
threatened too,
He’ll be read. For the spirit of
George Floyd lingers
Still over the smoke fouled air
wafted, to show
How this unschooled supply teacher
has taught
The very thing we hoped dead:
shattering ignorance
On a scale, fatter than we ever
imagined, as his lumpen
Legacy clogged all language and
preached a ketchup
Rhetoric sauced with hate – for both
the liberal
And the left, the left behind and the
wasted this rotten
Fruit, this sick orange, struck by
two peaches still
Managed to source and badly sour our
fate. As Melania
Disengages herself, may the 18th hole
see him swallowed.
And may that hole breed an earthquake
and the wild
Wind rip his joke hair. 18
encapsulates 666, but Trump
Is too dumb to be Devil, and yet he’s
a symbol for the civil
Warp of the west he has dared. But
are we in it, too,
As we wait for change in our country.
The American
Kneecapping post Obama has thankfully
now bared
Its bruise in the name of honesty,
truth and the American
Way Donald wasted. But as Biden’s
broken foot revealed
Frailty when will Kamala’s rise make the
news? I hope he heals
The divide and that the new President
sets a fresh precedent
For them. I hope yesterday was the
birthday of Uncle Sam’s
Next sibling, begetting a future
nephew or niece to restore
Integrity to that nation, once
recognised the world over
As holding the promise for all of
good things. It was never
Really like that of course, and
let us not forget that it is
No longer the world’s one Superpower,
but over here,
The US is an emblem of the idea of
prosperity sought by us.
Perhaps it was a TV style dream, or,
one taken, no doubt
From a comic, but with one villain
gone, the new heroes
Will fight for a Dystopia we can
trust. We were Batmen
And women before, Chinese Prawns, or
just lab rats,
Played with by Big Business and
dancing now at the point
Of a needle and net whose holes have
simply grown
Smaller; will we wrench them apart or
stare through them?
Will we eat the fat of the land on a
new day, or will we
In time be that joint? What are the
Utopias now,
As we wait for love and work and
connection? Or are we
To wait in line now for ever as
prices rise and we fall?
Today the Tesco system was down and
so in my street
We wait in line in our houses. So,
what precedent are we
Making and who will hear if we
call? Happy Birth Day US.
As for us; I feel older. But like a
child who’s tripped
We recover. Even if the cut is deep
health’s not stalled.
Until the moment it is. So what is
the line we are writing?
Oh, and where is it? Please show me.
What is coming next?
I’m enthralled.
David Erdos
January 21st 2020
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