Free-Form Throwing

Dark money gives them
a megaphone in the public square. Look
what’s going on behind,
what is ignored. Can a business
have a soul? Only those
men which have not the seal as
we have once again reminded
people that man is not free,
that man is made of clay.
Of an interior image
icebergs came to mind,
birds falling from the air.
They will awaken to this new time
with nothing to offer. Still
the land is ours, a gift—where
our identities clash creating
the freest capital markets,
the greatest liquidity
so let’s not go overboard in setting and
enforcing tough emission
standards from man-made
sources (Reagan). Huge stone
monsters resistible as air
will tear open the earth—a real
political and ecological impact
on the failure of the world to act.
What the imagination, poetry,
can do in circumstances
that are somewhat oppressive
the analysis here is still a bit uneven.
Whoever intentionally, willfully
and maliciously or wantonly,
paints, marks, scratches, etches or
otherwise marks, injures, mars,
defaces or destroys the real
or personal property of another
including but not limited to a wall—
shall be punished by imprisonment
in a state prison for a term
of not more than three years—

David Wyman's first book, Proletariat Sunrise, was published by Kelsay Books in January 2017. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Aurorean, BlazeVOX, Clockwise Cat, Picaroon Poetry, The Voices Project, A Certain Slant, The Wallace Stevens Journal, Old Crow Review, Spout and Green Hills Literary Lantern among other publications. Read other articles by David.