Complicity
Prague, the Main Station
The Morgue File
we suffer the tenderness
that suffuses a smile
pasted in place,
one that imprints
its block of light
upon skin too timid to know
that its time is almost up.
count them down,
those days until
the extant becomes the extinct---
not so long really
we all helped
we weavers of shrouds
tinged with the apathy
that killed the bees first.
Copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
Not sure what is going on with this one today. But here it is anyway.
posted for The Tuesday Platform
To me this speaks of our apathy,
ReplyDeleteof just letting life take its course, of letting
our want and greed destroy the world around us.
What does it matter that we have killed off so much?
perhaps one day we will know.
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DeleteLet me try again--my feeble attempt here at a train of thought about apathy--maybe it will get fleshed out later--
DeleteI specially like the ending lines ~ If we are too apathetic to do anything, then we will the bees and everything else ~
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza is alike a punch in the face. So true...
ReplyDeleteExtant becomes the extinct.. yes and we aren't bothered to learn any lessons either!
ReplyDeletePathetic and even morbid of the outside world right to the morgue. So much to bother about but so little done to improve the situation!
ReplyDeleteHank
Indifference apathy and self interest characterises man. We only wake up when it is too late.
ReplyDeleteThe weaver of shrouds.. what a great way to end this.
ReplyDelete“Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don't stand a chance against it.” Joan D. Vinge
Excellent thoughts Audrey.
oh we weavers of shrouds - what and image
ReplyDeleteWe are in a heap of trouble.... wonderful language here - right on
ReplyDeleteApathy is a disease in this country and it's growing.....I think you captured it perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThis is hard-hitting and the final 4 lines... spectacular.
ReplyDeleteGah, what a strong cautionary tale.... or an it's-too-late tale. Love that line, when the extant becomes the extinct. Gulp.
ReplyDeleteWow, you really brought it and the ending is a dive into darkness~
ReplyDeleteThose two last lines are beautiful but so heart-rending, too. I loved your poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Such powerful lines and anthropomorphisms: block of light; extant becomes instinct - I just love your words and just wanted to come by and say hi!
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