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The Monkey Bar

~~It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way~~  Charles Dickens “A Tale of Two Cities”
..and so it began with a curse after readings on Bloomsday  
holding prose of sentimentality like a bouquet, waiting  
rage of rain pinched by winter’s stiff finger.  Instead, Sage  
fell from the sky preaching of silence slicing truth in half.  
We heard gurgling of water: a whisper, scripture, or perhaps a quarrel;  
linguistic mockery of what the mouth does and the hand denies  
hanging The Word in uncertainty muttering nameless tunes in merry-  
go-round of where it was and where it should be.  
The scab scraped barely healed by ruler-long tongues  
lashing dismantled who dance with shadows of past  
picking splinters between teeth stringing frayed seams  
yet; some kind of madness springs rolling 108th bead  
to amplitude intellect from roots and ruins, embarking  
sanity in sanitary warped in loom at monuments of mad  
graffiti’d walls, grime and dirt.  
Another asteroid to strike the earth  
another war, another president, another storm  
acid rain, hostages, evil-doers, more hostages  
hunger and the poor, sun getting closer

I will write another poem  
on white-washed walls and ceramic floors  
to ‘Have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance  
from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind, yet  
strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.’**
While the monkey pounds on the roof.  
**Quote by khalil Gibran

Comp: The Untold Dup Tribute
Written by Vee (Rina)
Published | Edited 26th Feb 2017
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