HARDLY EVER a market for grim reality in this corporate World economy so deep in dissembling maneuvers all united by division of hunger between eaters and eaten, where each TV triviality covers a truth ground under the rage of blaring rock groovers, children of beaters and beaten. Yet poor-rich love still conceives even after scenes of slaughter, though joys are inflated currency for games we promise to believe, til re-awakened sons and daughters revive our primal fluency in the ancient mother language of freely give and receive?

next poem previous poem Storyline Index page 1, 2, 3 Alphabetical Index page 2 Contents Angelfire Home Pages Absolute Background Textures Archive John Talbot Ross