Beyond the relics stance tainted feigned glory,
the achievers had gifted us their puzzles,
speckled based best in their field of theory,
like Baia hot baths, can't stomach its guzzles,
aloft or cavernous, or in a quarry,
like those Pyramid guys fuss up their fuzzles,
as rock piles escape while history depicts,
the bookshelves leave those green stains with those quick picks.
Millenniums, centuries, decades, plus years,
anthropologists helped by benefactors,
busy in their research before disasters,
like Baia downed in Naples Bay, off its shores,
letters for funding by their alma maters,
reach prosperous grads where old money outpours,
and achievers will have their dribblings published,
skilled wins the Nobel Prize as greatly cherished.
Categories:
anthropologists, conflict, history, money, passion,
Form: Ottava rima
You're bracing for
the hubristic lecture
it's not here
The crux:
unvarnished understanding
of how blacks see
their outlook for life
Only narrow options:
they can give in, go through
or go around - a predicate path
Try to feel what it's like
to be born black today
soul-deadening suppression
systemically smothers patience
Crime, drugs, gangs,
rebellious pride seem
viable options for those
who may not see thirty
four thousand lynchings in
Jim Crow South till now
do lives matter
Blacks feel the constant fight
Blacks feel identity loss
Blacks feel crime gives cover
Blacks feel numbing is okay
Blacks feel tribal is safe
Blacks feel whites are asleep
Anthropologists say humanity
has Nubian origins
from the beginning we are one
Gandhi, Mandela, King
were proponents of
compassion, forgiveness, love
some whites reciprocate with
ignoring, masking, denial
too few understand
Blacks feel trapped
Categories:
anthropologists, discrimination, drug, forgiveness, judgement,
Form: Free verse
Do not sink the eastern ship when the western ship is spinning. Spanning the globe is never good in fist gloves. If one has no conception of seasons in a new place then surely it is punishable with death. Z to the q then. An anthem of time in a dominatrix style flurry of conquering peoples. Rising are the queuing armies. Swords pasted with red and tarnished with arteries. It is merely an outlook for a horse treading over the plains. Reached a castle then
great. Itemised not. And catalogued not on a grid map. It is to swirl a feather pen and to glance over glasses in a wooden room. Round round glasses. On string. Mellow moronic masonry missions mind minding mean meaningless mayhems. And a jug of cloudy ale. Stems steaming stepping shipping sailing. And a pint of dust in a rusted silver goblet. Cheers then to Thor and thoroughly enjoy splurging and splitting carcasses. With haste paste and pâté. Banal banalities beastly bows. Dare to tread upon the waves of a misted oceanographic octagonal orifice? X historically significant x anthropologists z
Categories:
anthropologists, beach, , western,
Form: I do not know?