Museworthy: The Unshared
Our hearts are shrinking to fit our leader's chest
The press have been speaking with him again
and he fills their papers and screens with words
which excuse him
In whose eyes?
Does anyone look?
From his hands grow the shadows of wolves
but the little dog of his face is cowardice
He wanted the war
When the first death passed like a small cloud
he did not seek its reflection in the stream
but drank there with his sons and daughter
Seven boys and then seven men pushed a stick
through the gauze of this dream of wealth
to find their age,
the infamous acts they would attend
and our leader announced:
“I have some information that will not be given
You are in the vision
from my architecturally designed house
upon the golf course, the white horizon
Do you see what I see —
the idea of the cave that would not be left?”
BY MTC CRONIN
MTC Cronin has had six books of poetry published, the most recent being Talking to Neruda's Questions and Bestseller (both Vagabond Press, 2001). Another collection, My Lover's Back, is forthcoming in 2002 (UQP). She is currently working on a PhD, Poetry and Law: Discourses of the Social Heart, and has recently received an Established Writers New Work Grant from the Australia Council for the Arts. Her books are available by contacting her at: <margie_cronin@hotmail.com> or phone (02) 9550 2918.
From Green Left Weekly, February 27, 2002.
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