Feelings of a Yankee on the Fall of Chirak
Inspired by Shelley
I was indifferent to
you, spineless Vichy
statist, appeaser of thugs, their
pinch-faced outrage-ala-mode raining Molotovs on cops clad black as scorched earth, Peugeots, Citroens, Opals, burning in high-
toned pan of Ingres’s Odalisque, from the shadows to
the lighted courtyard, Pei’s pyramid & the Renaissance sacrificed from
history for foreign
endowments financing foot-washers for the
trees along the Champs-Elysees in sight of
Fitzgerald and Papa Hemingway,
ghosts brooding in ex-pats’ haunts, Teddy’s “mollycoddle”
charge echoing thru the
yellow night, &
@ home and the non-trad college, not a word…
Marshall green and Greenpeace
green consumed by
Petrol green & Echoes of
Shelley’s faith of ’89 befouled by
Bonaparte & UN schemes, sans
Lafayette to stand and fight the flames, & Flanders Field drowned in
’68 hate- Red dagger ignorance cloaked in
Fairness- damning Liberty,
Fraternity just another political come-
on, Equality but
Socialist envy
the foulest Green of time,
pinch-faced outrage-ala-mode rains Molotovs, &
@ home & the non-trad college, not a word.
poem by Cretan Maineiac
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