Black Friday

(A commercial incentive to cannibalism)

by T.P. Wilkinson / November 27th, 2016

Also Blacks at Walmart’s door
Trampled there like all the poor
Friday found
Workers bound
In factories closed
By speculators’ losses
On the stock exchange floor.
Words like purses
Like heads all empty
Staring at Play Stations
Mouths agape
Waiting for war games
With joy sticks in grip
To pillage, plunder, slaughter
And rape.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, November 27th, 2016 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.