Poems
by KJ Hannah Greenberg

 

Word Sappers

 

Elite rhetors often specialize in moving audiences amid perspectives.

They easily counter arguments, establish claims, survive arrogations.

Their critical tasks include clearing ideological minefields & adding

New frames for situations. When otherwise focused on demolishing

Opposing outlooks, these persons undo resource-filled toolkits, else

Erect bridges enabling publics to traverse dated perspectives visibly.

 

They’re sometimes dogmatic services’ advanced guard, other times

The voice of the populous. Word warriors can’t afford to care about

Statecraft unless they’re protesting melees for influence, realpolitik,

Biases, manipulation, machinations, academic fights, buccaneering.

Only these combatants appreciate burdens leveled by verbs, nouns,

Exaggerated adjectives. Just them save mortality’s sight from harm.

 

 

 

 

 

Bicycle Monarchs

 

From a distance, the informal, accessible style of select royals contrasts

The avoided surcease of detailed charades in which some rulers engage.

 

Whether backland or quayside, their “expeditions,” performance forays,

Generate melismatic broadcastings; it’s pretty, not expressly functional.

               

On balance, when in a State of War, riffs and runs do nothing for minions.

Simply turning away from screes and potholes, likewise, neglects lackeys.

 

What’s needed is the rare bird of accountability. Otherwise, media hounds

Dig up dirt, exclusive of artificially spawned narratives, plus all that jazz.                            

 

Although we peregrinators can’t grasp what’s yont the throne, given times

Spilling into banal acts, we ably detect much of sovereigns’ force majeure.

 

 

 

 

Blep

 

The very point of a hound or moggy’s tongue sticks out.

Sleep, even relaxation often yields such muscular organs.

Whether reposing on gantries, sofas,  laps, our familiers’

Slumbering evokes memories of fields, prey, warm dens.

 

Fleece like lana, whiskers posed to orchestrate dream soli,

Elite mousers and pooches’ cold noses, warm & thick fur

Appear uncanny reservoirs for revealed linguae, variously

For trust that two-leggers will safeguard their companions.

 

 

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