Poem: Barn Auction (dream)

 

Barn Auction (dream)

 

packs of flies flounce in bins,

zipping from fruit to meat,

their bluegreen zeal frantic,

straying now and then

to dap sweat off a brow. 

 

every so-and-so syllable

of auctioneer and haggle,

the noisy words slacken

and upend in a handshake.

odd looks of unity paint unsure leers,

only to vanish, fast as the flick 

of a camera shutter.

 

White male faces,

friendless as a collage

of yesterday’s beer bottles,

joust to clash, decry and declaim,

some as pocked as the moon,

others blubber-ridden,

or sharp as swings of an axe.

 

dozens of nostrils flare, while chins gyrate 

and rubbery lips spew gaggles of spittle.

the saliva flecks neckties,

sweaty collars, dusty rolled cuffs.

 

when the sun finally crimsons,

the flushed bob of the money-led heads

has only begun.  the rumble of babble deepens,

feeding off the dark itself, unseen and dimmer,

as some moaning behemoth,

slouching across the miles.

 

 

 

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