Devices of the Oligarchs

by Robert A. Davies / August 14th, 2016

The person moping down the street
talking to himself the whole way
is really on his device
chattering on matters of no consequence.
The phrases I hear are made-to-order.
He is out of doors – be assured
he will cause us no trouble,
as he passes ancient cedars
unaware of them as well of us.
We’ve surpassed other empires gone,
yesterday’s bread and circuses.
Disposable (soon) as paper cups
the masses do have their place
though they must be constantly watched.

Robert A. Davies is the author of Timber, Moons and Mendelssohn and Bluff Hollow. His poems have appeared recently in Counterpunch, Hollywood Progressive and Windfall. Robert can be reached at rjdavies3@comcast.net. Read other articles by Robert A..

This article was posted on Sunday, August 14th, 2016 at 8:01am and is filed under Poetry.