thud—thoughts on a found poem

Cornwall
Ontario Canada
A city with a world of possibilities
Un monde de possibilités

<The city’s newly minted motto

The full open bellows of the earth have sung,
and now all poets may repose in sleep;
for experts have the bullshit slung
and piled it high and piled it deep.

Somebody makes a lot of dough
when words like these are piled for a city;
it makes us citizens want to go
to the crapper when mottos sound so silly.

Let’s not hire a poet to paint with birds
when we can get a bureaucrat to mince our words
and say things committees don’t find absurd—
and poutine is gravy over doggy curds.

So: ignore our location —near everything else—
and ignore the St. Lawrence to boot;
ignore Montreal, Ottawa, the U.S.
and the highways that link to those routes,

it’s the world of possibilities they say in French and English:
possibility means growth and more box stores
that makes the bureaucratic heart feel cuddly and tinglish:
and us more homogenous, with the same pox sores;

Possibility means sell out to every global concept:
give our lives to the very lowest bidder;
become part of Walmart and join the golden concert—
or don’t: for just this once, please reconsider:

if “A city with a world of possibilities”
sounds generic and unspeakably prosaic
please reconsider all the ways we’re not a silly city
and get a better slogan for city’s sake!

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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One Response to thud—thoughts on a found poem

  1. Mary Anne says:

    Go Doug Go!

    Consultants: Boo.

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