Saturday, November 23, 2013

Skin And Bone

The locusts came, and I bore witness.
Floods and flame weren't far behind.
The bankers blessed the mud and ashes
and planted a cross shaped For Sale sign.

Gave us three days to roll.
Roll like stones.

The river was red, and I bore witness.
Rent was high all over town.
We were poor relations of poor relations
uprooted from the only ground

we'd ever known.
Where we belonged.

After forty years, I'm bearin' witness.
Pharaohs don't set no one free.
God sends the plagues wherever he sees fit.
But the locusts only feed

on the likes of you and me.
Skin and bone.

For Susie's prompt at Real Toads.  Still a little rough, I think.

21 comments:

Susan said...

Wow. Lay it on. Then let's turn it around.

Sioux said...

MZ--If THIS is rough, I'd be thrilled to write at the level of your "crapola."

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Skin and bone - fantastic!

Helen said...

Rough poetry ... my new favorite!!!

Kay L. Davies said...

"But the locusts only feed on the likes of you and me."
Wonderful writing, terrible truth. I was horrified when I found out there are homeless people here on the prairie, where winter temperatures can go down lower than 20 below zero Fahrenheit.
Woody Guthrie survived the Dustbowl years but he'd be horrified by today's world, I'm sure.
K

Kerry O'Connor said...

This put me in mind of those first chapters of Grapes of Wrath with its sense of hopelessness in the face of overwhelming odds. I really like the way you enlarged the perspective at the end and related the same tale 40 years on: the cycle of poverty is so hard to break, and you captured the poverty of a soul that has endured too much suffering.

Fireblossom said...

I like the line about Pharaoh.

blueoran said...

In the wheel of time, we seem to have come again to Depression-era foreclosure blues. The meek shall inherit the dust. Amen. - Brendan

Lorraine said...

nothing nothing is ever wrong in your writing nothing, and I don't care about prompts you're one hell of an a'mama'zing writer, you don't have to answer to anyone, EVER mama Zen

Björn said...

So powerful...especially the end... locust feed on those with nothing left to loose.. (my god is that freedom?)

short poems said...

Beautiful, love it :)

Sumana Roy said...

amazing lines...

grapeling said...

may be rough, but the subject is too ~

Marian said...

the roughness honors the subject matter. i'd like to be your backup singer.

Susie Clevenger said...

I think it is fantastic the way it stands. I feel it needs a rough edge considering the subject matter. Great work! Thanks so much for taking part in the challenge!!

Bill Nicholls said...

Harsh words which ring a truth

Sam Edge said...

This sounds like and blues song. I'd love to hear set to music.

Outlawyer said...

Pretty darn good for rough--great rhythms. k. (Manicddaily.)

hedgewitch said...

Guthrie-esque, for sure,and I think in a lot of ways we're reliving the past we won't learn from. Solid ending, musical feel.

wkkortas said...

If this is rough, I can't imagine what polished looks like.

Lorraine said...

Oh Mama Zen you could take a subject, turn it around, step on it, throw it out a high rise it would still be spectacular in the mean time we get to enjoy your quest for perfection (well for you) certain not for the people who read you how many ways can you say awesome, some awe..seem, Saw, seesaw,sea, sow, saw see what I meant, anyway you write mama Zen, you rock