Milk and Honey Revolution

Boxed in,
controlled, scuttled, hudded together,
oblivious to the rancid stench of loss
that sits close by
next to its keeper fear,
drawing up plans
to build a castle of safety
brick by brick.

Recording walls rising
until sundown
at which time we play back
in time lapse
like the nightly weather report.

To see with awakening terror
the background;
the prison we have built,
spreading constipating fear
like mortar
with the strength of sinew.

Brickies in Cardin suits,
silk ties like nooses
squeezing ever tighter,
veins bulging with jerky labour.

Longer life for its own sake
in a shrinking world
of mutated consumption
and deformed animal farms.

A global factory
churning out peg legged mannequins
to crush the life out of hungry flesh
and clumsily trample desperate minds.

Snap freeze the world
for a time
of shared consciousness
and focussed reflection
on fear.

And declare peace
on war
wanton consecration,
thoughless creation,
and wilfull nurture:

A milk and honey revolution,

Sweet and soothing
like fresh downy pillows
for worry laden heads
to drift into oblivion
and awaken to a transparent world
overrun by risk takers.

Milk and Honey Revolution


Sydney, Australia

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Artist's Description

This piece was written while sitting on a bus on the way in to work wondering about people’s stories and our reasons for fearing opening their lives to each other and naming that which would otherwise remain nameless.

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