The Form Remains The Same – Graham Sparks
2The Form Remains The Same
Graham Sparks
Bathurst, New South Wales
Australia
At the hearing of the tales of tender girls seduced by caliphatic propaganda,
to be the brides of aging jihad men who dream of meadow couch and virgins,
my memory clunks and groans in recollection of another paradise ;
The hexa-deccan ’topia of fifty years ago
where girls bedecked in saris slaved at kitchen stoves
and washed the nappies of a hoard of brats by hand,
while cheese cloth boys went out adventuring in search of fuel for bongs.
Nothing’s really changed;
the bong transports a bloke to meadows furnished with fine couches,
upon which virgins may be broken in.
Love hippie … blood hippie
peace hippie … war hippie,
the names of variables varies
but the form remains the same.
Perhaps my vision is a little stilted
but it seems to me it’s man alone who dreams utopias
while women do the dirty work that keeps the bubble floating,
a paradise with dirty underware methinks
is not a paradise at all.
And so it seems that all utopias are boats that float upon
what flows from kitchen hearth and washtub,
and hence from womens’ elbow grease.
And further;
all utopias are sharers of the same foundation, and each a scum upon a surface,
and further yet;
every apple has it’s worm, and every paradise it’s serpent.
Bio: Graham says this piece is self-explanatory, but presumes the reader is familiar with certain religious tenets.
That is a powerful piece of work Graham! There is much truth in it and also much to make the ‘wise’ amongst us think again … but will we!!?
I enjoyed this poem, Graham. I hope there are many men striving to change the attitude of those who build their utopias on the back of those women.