Wednesday, 17 April 2019

That Was the MUSE That Was

The Messenger

Arms trafficking. Plutocracy.
Coercion doing the rounds.
Ad nauseam a la mode...
Is this what you envisaged?
A monotoned universe?
A basket-case of intangibles
Suckling the tilt of darkness? 
If I must, I’ll dust myself off
In the morgue of memory.
Light candles for
The alkaloid Madonna
Then take
From your limpet moon.
When I return
I expect answers.

© Stefanie Bennett

Stefanie Bennett

Stefanie has published several books of poetry – worked with Arts Action
For Peace, & ‘Equality’ [Human rights]. Of mixed ancestry – Italian, Irish Paugussett
-Shawnee, she was born in Queensland, Australia.