BY JAN HAAG

INTRODUCTION + POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART





DINNER ON A GOLD PLATE

5-5-00





In a high wind
eating a grocery-store picnic
the sun blazed down on me
in my winter coat none too warm
as the wind howled
and I thought about the disintegration
of the world
getting older groaning
the waters heating
the ice melting
its forests torn up by the roots
its population like
vermin dying dying dying
so that the rich could live in
houses as big as Solomon's
palace where Sheba brought
the gold she humped
into town and was met
with dinner on a gold plate
and indifference.

Too much gold too much wealth
what's the point of living in a high wind
on an icy day gulping eating
enjoying the sun like a lizard
wondering why the sun was so bright
while the wind was so cold
wondering how the rich
could feel so indifferent
to pain and filth and poverty
robbing workers of their labor
their daily bread
so like Solomon they could eat
from gold
even if the wind were high
and the world and their souls had turned
to ice.







Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
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Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu




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