Arctic
rabbis
Shuffling
along
At
the pace of a slow God
I
see you
I
love you
I
forsake you
Stigmata
an unforgiving disorder
Something
no doctor or priest can truly absolve
A
man of cloth wearing an emperor’s new clothes
Forget
about it
Like
an Italian gangster
Or
rapper looking for an indistinguishable advance
You
pay your dues
Or
you simply don’t
At
the pace of a slow human
You
release me
You
spark me like Chinese fireworks
You
muse me like Monet’s Water Lilies
Greed
an unfortunate outcome of too much success
The
bottom line a worker’s most pervasive of nightmares
Fast
food and factory workers turning into robots right before our inhuman eyes
Emperor
penguins marching toward a frozen infinity
They
don’t have to fly to reach the Heavens
Let’s
make a pact to never turn our backs on one another when the going gets tough
and the cowards head for the fire exists
Charles Cicirella
12/29/16
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