{"id":1150,"date":"2011-06-30T02:53:09","date_gmt":"2011-06-30T02:53:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1150"},"modified":"2011-06-30T12:44:13","modified_gmt":"2011-06-30T12:44:13","slug":"roberta-gould-611","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/roberta-gould-611\/","title":{"rendered":"Roberta Gould, 7\/11"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n

Thumb Suckers<\/strong><\/p>\n

The earth vomits up its dead
\nAll the murdered who lie underfoot
\nNothing is flushed to the void
\nForever we trip
\nLimbs contorted,
\nWeapons rusted
\nPoisons exuded<\/p>\n

We imagine we\u2019re free and forget
\nwe are back in our cages..
\nround and round we go
\ntrained to defeat, plodding on<\/p>\n

When the year changes
\nwe push rock up hill
\nIt rolls down and crushes us
\nover and over<\/p>\n

Our words boomerang
\nif there\u2019s good intent
\nOtherwise we missile to the other side
\nand kill
\nLife is expendable!<\/p>\n

Yet we persist in our ways
\nthough we speak of miracles
\nNot ants or butterflies,
\nwe suck our thumbs<\/p>\n

History
\n<\/strong> \u201cThose who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it\u201d<\/p>\n

The back rooms were busy
\nas Napoleon started to fall
\nand new types of murder were devised
\nfor the future with neat map change<\/p>\n

But in the sophisticated theater of the absurd
\ntwo hundred years later
\nwhere a million lieutenants believed
\nthey were holding golden apples<\/p>\n

the people didn\u2019t how to read
\naside from the engineers of evil
\nthe 2nd or 3rd in command
\nwith their pipeline to Puppet for a Day<\/p>\n

So it was was repeated one more time!
\nwith guffaws or with shrieks from the tortured
\nas the birds faded, the cicadas electrically buzzed
\nand a few stomachs gurgled, after the banquet<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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