Limon sans Merci 2015~
by Sy Roth
Limon sans Merci 2015
Back-lotted those beings
In a director’s cut–
Eaten conversely by the darkness,
Slogging shadows in a Bethlehem march,
Above those inversely slaloming knee-deep in detritus
And stagnant waters
Green ooze swirling around their bare ankles
Swollen bellies burgeoning
Fireworks of the new breed.
Their beings coifed behind the façade.
Silent passengers tut-tutting as their hungers gnarl at them.
Ship tooting in the warm waters
A princess swathed under the tropical sun.
Cold towelettes await them
With sips of icy-cold water.
Diners troll before the façade,
Manet pretenders strolling with parasols in the afternoon sun
Lords of their present.
They erase memories of the beasts beyond
Over their rainbow an ocher-yellow, pink set
Like a Bronx faux hides the minions
Cradled in their gray poverty.
The harbor bustles with their hunger
Drawn into a t-shirt vortex
Snapshots of an unreality
Through a line Indian totems
Marked ingloriously with their glyphs
A token semblance
Actuality milled from the air
A craven feast for their appetite.
Blacks gulls aborning
Missionaries from the other side
Their flapping wings a jungle beat
Cawing, a cry from the other aside.
The movie set a monument
On the other side,
Lethe and hunger.
©2015 Sy Roth