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The Political Issue
Vol. 4 Issue 2
spin
by Jeff Beal
Alacrity turns the bending staff
Like Clamoring bits of magnetized steed,
The absence in the darkened cenotaph
inconsequential to the motioning, mindless wheel.
To soothe the volatile obsequious mass
By weaving labyrinthine traditions
To pale hedges of respectability
With skein-like unfathomable creations,
Abstruse chains of dis-associated words
Which ricochet from the hackneyed hallowed halls
These passive attempts seeking resolution.
Cliches! unnoticed by the indifferent!
Ambiguous words, like moldy crumbs of bread
Casually dropped in a turning path,
While adroitly feigning disillusion
Spiraling like towers of incoherence,
Subtly shifting sententiously!
See it there, beneath the suitable smirk --
Contumely, vainglorious and foul.
Then, in a lucid and bursting moment,
The grave-maker has come with his shovel --
Digging and prying with a determined groan;
Regarding not what words on tombs portent,
Ignoring spun words and the coldness of stone.
(for us, liars all)