A Betrayal of Humanity

 

A Betrayal of Humanity

 

Well the Poeticas event was fuckin awful

Oh Jesus! No wonder people hate poetry

Ersatz acrostic vomitorium

Rich old bags & young rich old bags

Cutsie wimp men waiting timidly for death

Poetry is meant to be the spirit of humanity

But that was a betrayal

Of the cry in the night the howl the scream of desperation & war

All absent in official Australian poetry

Nowhere a Fenian, nowhere a Black Panther

Nothing alive

I full of rage helped a 90 year old read

I was struck dumb lest I throw over the fuckin sedentary chairs

Fake poetry is all we’ve got

People timid that word again & anemic spiritually

That evil Industry of Academics in search of careers

A true poet is a warrior & a soul barer a torch carrier

Who shouts to the mountain top

Naked lacerating vulnerable resolve

Poetry works best amongst common people

It should speak to all

Not of pussyole paintings & historical ‘research’

Poetry is the “shout of the street”

Next time I will bring a chainsaw

Best I don’t attend

I’ll be on street corners & in backrooms & pubs

We will build our own movement

Of misfits & the downtrodden & the crazy brilliant

For the chattering class would be best advised to back the fuck off

Shut up & listen & beg to be forgiven

But I will never forgive & never forget

The murder of hope under their direction

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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