The Poets and Artists
-C. Taylor
Poets and artists
are dying unnoticed here
Walk by them
the grass sprouts
from their dead eyes and mouths,
curls up through their fingers,
their minds numbed
by hunger and homelessness
their wondrous talents unused
They are not wanted here,
in fact
the giant buildings and machines,
our true masters,
would crush them in the womb
and will
When the troublesome genes that make them think
are found
and numbered
Masters do not want thinkers
talking and painting
of the unjust status quo.
walk by their dead bodies!
Before you are seen in your weeping.
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From the book
"The Butcher's Block: Poems of Poverty"
by Chris Taylor
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