INDECENCY

         

            Imagine a wife whom you've just told of her man's death:
       See, she thoughtfully absorbs the news, then even before
       She can feel real grief, she falls to the floor and starts to wail,
       Her eyes watching your witnessing of her doing it right.

                                               ~

            Raimonde wasn't gestural, but he could be murderous
       (No doubt i was lucky not to be sitting beside him);
       Yet all he did was sulk in reaction to my sincere
       Concerns about his feelings for Mia and about her
       Well-being in relation to his being in Loffdon.

                                             ~

       But i guess he had never known me as the type of ‘shirt’
       Who would blurt out the first spate of words that flooded his tongue.
       As a sedater of mad dogs in cages, you had best
       Guard your every pax as a potential threat to the peace
       (And more so to the uninterrupted flow of your blood):

                                             ~

       No-one, not even someone seeking advice, likes to hear    
       It, and people who are told that they need guidance resist
       Being guided.   As a counsellor, you can’t expect more.
       So how could i get inmates like Winterkiss to trust me?
       By speaking out of the very indifference they had grown,
       Each in his own stunted way, to expect of The System.

       (from “fatima solagua arterra’s nudes” by Brian Chan)