Migrant Bloc Television

Migrant Bloc Television

A Poem by Rosalind Gale

Before 'the fall' - before the invasions -

We were not yet stricken.

The slab still upright.

Trapdoor knots tease and delve -

Dropping blood to thinned out,
Bruised painted, bottle-necked,
Blue-faced death.
Ligatures smile and wink,
Telling the mask the scar it burns
Is killing all others but me.

Bent sickle, triple hammer. African hooks -
Thumping and slicing
Their way through gangs of little helpers -
Those who want us
To go.
Shooing away fumes -
Those clever little dots that glow and warn -
'You cannot die.'
Lead sinks into skin as a child
To poison myself, to black out my eyes.
The lead is not lead, another trick.
Some hood, hooded, quiet, with a switchblade,
Hanging tough to annihilate all life.
I sail by, open, daring, afraid.
Nothing happens. Just a pale kid on the block

Listening to Radio Free Europe -

They are afraid of me.

A Trabant clumps up, decapitates,

Severed links. Naked sweethearts,
Extremists who drive and bleed.
The roadside smirks at concrete checkpoints, like poppies
That once more shroud the blind sharp corner.
Me, the passenger emerges scratched,
Strapped into absorption -
Lashed - but alive.

Love for my close ones rips my throat,
A tang of almond
Glues up, then yakked out in a
Slag of dead yolk.
Splattered like a lobster.
I am living.
I could be a red sloe,
Left to putrefy,
To fester in fur ball
Loveliness -
Snuggled to the cherries and the limes -
Or a barren witch,
I could pass out quietly,
Without mourning,
My stone uterus engraved -
Blasted.
I could be vermin, a sort of freedom,
Hunted, slit at the tummy,
My death wished, my blood lapped.

Or lame in thirties Berlin,
My hooked bones
Useless to the masses,
Buried under Supermen.

After 'The Fall' - after the invasions, their ideas of freedom.

Brick by brick. Closedown.

A wall of white noise. 'Die Wende.'

A McDonald's in the Balkans

A Starbucks in Moscow and a dollar in Somalia.

A crescent moon, extremist stars, rising in the

Middle East.

We have asked for it. We are the charnel in waiting.


© 2016 Rosalind Gale



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McDonald's in the Balkans.

Good grasp of sounds. I like this poem.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Rosalind Gale

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much -
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it's bad enough how capitalistic we have become...and then to see it spread everywhere...

i remember when Mac's had burgers, fries and shakes...pretty soon taco bell will have hamburgers...
places used to have a theme---now it is a potpourri of everything everywhere...a battle to be the one place everyone goes ----the diverse menu...or most diverse...

a great statement here and such a true one...not sure how i missed this first time around...

j.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Rosalind Gale

11 Months Ago

Thank you J -
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it is incredible how the media shapes and forms our bones, addles our minds with super hero and false hope, but you darlin' are ever the voice in which i'm reading, no "mommy brain" going on in here, brilliant as ever if not even more so. Have you come to rescue me in my black eyed attire, lilacs and butterflys, my mind has gone soft beneath this heart is ever shining, how is beautiful Scarlet?

Posted 1 Year Ago


Rosalind Gale

1 Year Ago

Thank you love! I sent you a message!

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Corset

1 Year Ago

I got it! :P
you are too good for this place and far too clever for me..I loved this and when I read it again I am sure that I'll find summat else to love...Ha...the REM song got me

Posted 2 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

2 Years Ago

Thanks so much Doc - I hope you are doing well.

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Dr. Wood ?

2 Years Ago

keeping my head above whatever it is that tries to drag me down....Ha...doing fine, hope that Mother.. read more
Rosalind Gale

2 Years Ago

It does! :) x-x-
I love the imagery in this write... very powerful! Great work :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

2 Years Ago

Thank you!

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Modern capitalism gets rightly a good hammering here, this a blizzard of strong imagery, packed in a quality poem. This is excellent. Read this !

Posted 2 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

2 Years Ago

Thank you Leslie -

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I cannot but argue that the investment, the feoffment of modern poetry made by those who
can reason thru the wonder and the 'teeth of the wild beast" of it, is a fee you have to want
to pay. What I mean is that, no one gets rich (reviewed) anymore writing with such brutal idealism.
And Plath is richer now in death than she ever was in her tortured, imaginary life.

You know how much I love you Rosalind. Don't make me tell you again.......dana

Posted 2 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

2 Years Ago

Much love to you Dana, as always -

-xxx-
I like the poetry that make you think. This poem did.
"A wall of white noise. 'Die Wende.'
A McDonald's in the Balkans
A Starbucks in Moscow and a dollar in Somalia.
A crescent moon, extremist stars, rising in the
Middle East."
Above lines create places and something to ponder. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Rosalind Gale

2 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote, I do appreciate your words.

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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

You are welcome.

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Added on June 30, 2015
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