it is merely a totem,
a representation
or avatar,
but the hen's red throat
called bullshit
as it died.
The women with stones in their pockets
were made lonely by the waters of the river.
They sang, their heavy diver's helmets ringing
with rare harmonics
hailed by critics
panned by pop fans
and made more difficult to understand
the further from the surface they sank.
Everyone said it would be the moon,
but it was the sun who went mad,
incinerating gardens in an afternoon.
Cosplay Aztecs
held up hearts
in their palms.
Please join us for the afterglow
with refreshments and a swag bag.
Everyone thought that the baby's first word
would be "Mama", but it was "Dada."
Tristan Tzara's disciple Marcel Duchamp
presented the child as a readymade
with orange tail
and silver helmet,
an artless objet d'art he named L.H.O.O.Q.
with enigmatic smile + mustache.
_______
for Word Garden Word List--The Last To Go.
Music: DJ Dero The Horn (El Tren) Batucada'n Bass Mix
Brava! I knew I'd love your work.
ReplyDeleteAh, Sandy. Welcome.
DeleteAs the world comes to an end, of course it had to be the Dadaists who have the last . . . "artless objet d'art," that is no art at all. Your lead up to this end is drama with a stinging twist, well-deserved by a world gone mad. But full of pity too, for innocence exposed to the foxes, "harmonics" drowned by the insipid, the blind led by the unserious, and the artists who suffer unnoticed on the fringes of the circus that is "art" today. A sardonic tour de force, Shay.
ReplyDeleteThe hen's red throat called bullshit.... i love that. Smart hen. Excellent social commentary. Goddess knows we have a ton of material. More than we can handle.
ReplyDeleteThis is sharp as it is wide with depth and feeling that many of us can sense deep in our core! I love the hen calling bullshit in the first stanza! Brilliant my friend!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is a stunning blend of surreal imagery and biting commentary, balancing humor and melancholy with precision. Brilliant piece!
ReplyDeleteWhat a complex and intriguing poem written with much skill and insight. A real fable that made me ponder and delight in its revealings - Jae
ReplyDeleteA dark, fantastic(in its literal meaning) and extremely sharp piece, Shay, from title to finish, one that asks us to reexamine our easy assumptions, and the DADA pun in French of Duchamp is something I am much the richer for knowing. But while that may be the resolution, the moral of the tale, I find the first and second stanzas to be the meat, the dark imagery and sinister lies in the first and the disturbing sounds of the singing, drowning women (and what might be a subtle callout to Virginia Wolfe) in the second both chilling and extraordinarily apt to the present moment. Full of your trademark genius, my friend.
ReplyDeleteOh, where the hell are we going? Your image reminds me of looking at my father's Popular Mechanic's magazine and their futuristic cars and images. I too noticed you call out to Virginia Wolfe. It seems we will dance in ignorance or oblivion until we are devoured by the sun.
ReplyDeleteJeez this is absolutely WILD and I love it because it is!! No one writes like the mighty Shay. I'm ready for afterglow and my swag bag.
ReplyDelete“ Everyone said it would be the moon, / but it was the sun who went mad,” - I love that so much. “Cosplay Aztecs held up hearts in their palm” Swag bag!! This poem has everything. Invention, savagery, blinding lights.
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