Poem - Top Dog
Jul. 21st, 2016 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kokopelleI saw two contrasting the articles. The first was a congratulatory affair about a gentleman who easily survived a traffic stop involving the showing of licensed gun. The second was about a gentleman shot while on the ground protesting that he had no gun. The smugness of the first was tangible. The second was equally tangible in the near tragedy. The difference between the two? The top dog of privilege.
Top Dog
It lays hidden
at the feet of those served
always ready
to lend the kind word.
Invisible hands
make light work for those
lucky enough
to draw the wild card.
Everything matters
when you’re the top dog
taken for granted
because nothing is loss.
Doors are all open
today nothing is closed
the staff will be waiting
to wash every foot.
This is expected
by those who live large
concealed in the moment
behind their mirage.
The last of the covert
is the saddest of all
not knowing of others
who long to survive.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160721.
Top Dog
It lays hidden
at the feet of those served
always ready
to lend the kind word.
Invisible hands
make light work for those
lucky enough
to draw the wild card.
Everything matters
when you’re the top dog
taken for granted
because nothing is loss.
Doors are all open
today nothing is closed
the staff will be waiting
to wash every foot.
This is expected
by those who live large
concealed in the moment
behind their mirage.
The last of the covert
is the saddest of all
not knowing of others
who long to survive.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160721.
