Pietas

[serge gurkski]

Today, upturned, I look for the lie,
the strawberry syrup disguising the base
that drips from the tongue of the mockingbird mime
to a crystal decanter of sky.

Where truffle pigs root through a midden of pearls
all stamped with a date of expiry
inspiring stampedes as the dogma decrees
with a sniff from its perch in the sun.

And nobody looks in their pockets,
and nobody stands on the ground; instead
they despair, with their feet in the air
and I bleed, but their glasses are empty.



*Yes, recycling lines

What a stunner of a poem! Glad you recycled (loved "mockingbird mime").
The second stanza made me grin. ,-) Like it best. And not just because when I read it aloud, I was instantly reminded of: "where on pink-fluted feet the pigeons pass". ,-) (I will name neither rider nor horse for good reasons.)
Why else?
1. word play: " expiry - inspiring, (truffle) pigs - sniff - pearls, stamped - stampedes, pigs - pearls - perch
2. alliteration: pigs - pearls, dogma - decrees-
etc.

There is more (but not now)


Thank you for the read.

serge