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| "Ladies Doing Lunch" by Beryl Cook (1926-2008) |
Greed
When they
found him
They could
hardly get in the door
The detritus
of a thousand pizza deliveries
Stacked to
the ceiling
And about
his inflated porcine corpse
A thousand
magazines and papers
Left open at
sleek car ads
“For the
good times” and
“Vorsprung
durch technik”.
A commercial
for sofas
And dining
room suites
Blared on
his Panasonic plasma TV
As Penny the
paramedical trainee
Hastened to
Gordon’s kitchen
Retching in
a sink
Already heaped
with
Small black
plastic
Troughs
And cardboard
sleeves
From a
thousand ready meals.
Not from
enemies or frost
No noble
cause or battle lost
For his was
a modern way to die
- Just have
your fill and say goodbye.
A true patriot, our capitalistic systems would have us believe, is a consummate consumer. We celebrate this life with Twinkies and Kool Aid, and perhaps a memorial t-shirt.
ReplyDeleteVery graphic YP. Not pleasant for the ambulance staff - Dave
ReplyDeleteRegarding the picture that accompanies your poem, why do some women persist in putting on their lipstick at the dinner table? Gross.
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