Christophe Debon
By
John Mingay
idiots
the days
crumble
the fools
on their
high ground
laugh
out loud
hysterically
smug
in their
pyrrhic
victory
of sorts
thievishly
thick
in their
narrow
majority
stolen by lies
dense
in their
half-baked
half-cocked
heads
yet proud
ignorantly
arrogantly
so
oblivious
to their
damaging
of the days
crumbling
days dying
in the
blooded mud
there where
the footprints
of these fools
are the last
to fade
pressed
deep into
the now
barren earth
fruitless
for as far
as the eye
can see
dog eat dog
who knows
who you are
when you play
their game
when you
take on
the name
the role
the face
the race
the class
the place
they give you
no sooner
are you born
into this world
of tooth and nail
of dog eat dog
of blind
obedience
to the cause
all told in
their epistle
to gluttony
a rule book
to the game
you don’t
yet know
you are
even playing
but soon will
when it all
comes crashing
down around you
silently
as an unseen
falling forest tree
John, how great to see you work on the internet. You probably won't remember me from Darlington Library writers group, Sue Vass. I see your work has lost none of its grit and earthy don to earth-ness! You are a very talented writer and I missed you very much after you'd gone. I shall look into the raunchland archive to see more of your talent. Glad to see you are at least looking happy, stay safe, be well and continue to thrill. (still not used to using the internet!)