Sin to say
It is now a sin to say
but you can’t say
because poor is, above all, boring
And to be boring is, of course,
something to deplore
You can’t say ‘black’
because black should be ‘ethnic’
and ethnic should mean
while white should be objective
and transparent to truth
Can a man say call me ‘she’
or a woman mean ‘he’ when she says
‘look at me’?
And what is sin
if not a mark of membership
and a declension
Words that are not said
phrases you aren’t supposed to say
never ring more true
than when understudies
perform in their place
The star of each show
is the long shadow
impertinent, rancid, arresting
the actor who molests your blood
by unveiling meaning.
–Jeremy Nathan Marks
The new thing
The new thing’s not cloth so beautiful
only the 1% can see its shimmer
and its not cake sweet in one slice
while the rest is cardboard construct
not in absolute but swing.
We have different sets of fact
instead of simple opinion
like plain plates for family suppers
and Royal Daulton for company
but all the edges are gilt
skimmed over relativity,
our flexibility bending jointlessly
and against anatomy
simply faked a set of clothes.
we’re doing so much more than that.
Pulling prosperity from air,
renaming success from bankruptcy
and we’re doing it with ideas
too large for our small heads.
If we speak it, it is so.
If we stay silent, it never was.
Susan Daniels is a poet, activist and mother to cats and children who lives in Western New York. Follow Susan here: https://susandanielspoetry.com