You have stolen my dreams and my childhood with your empty words … and all you can talk about is money and fairy tales of eternal economic growth (Greta Thunberg)
a bunch of wolves corporate executives in their suits and sloping shoulders do not like poetry show writers their weapon-making that unprofitable craft of outdated tanks that has no place in the clean water exchange in the myth of economic growth the last of it I think they tell poets to stop writing critics gulp polluted air with silver spoons the laureates go first the rock is turned over then the rest follow dead bugs reveal there is still verse for those who insist the sea engulfs hotels with dusty books on ignored shelves the managers give the guests boats they work the galleys old men complain of the chaos open the pages wolves try to eat the plants with their yellowing leaves but there is wonder in the way they ask what the symbols mean
Eileen P. Kennedy is a bi-national author of two collections of poetry: Banshees (Flutter Press 2015), which was nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Touch My Head Softly (Finishing Line Press 2021), which was nominated for the International Book Awards in General Poetry. She lives, writes and reads in Amherst, MA. More at EileenPKennedy.com.
I love the way the lines weave here and the passionate anger about that myth of economic growth.
So beautiful.