The Round Table


This is my most experimental poem in terms of form. On page, it looks like a “round table” of some kind. This is a politcial poem, commenting on how sometimes the most obvious of solutions ormoral decisions become muddy due to economical concerns that may or may not be appropriate in different cases. The language here is not very poetic as such, and one of the goals here was to make use of font options to show a change in speaker.

The Round Table

save the rivers? the trees? the fish in the rivers? the birds on the trees? quiet! Hippie.

save the economy? the autonomy? the polity? our country? nope.

Fine! Let’s start small.

save my people? your people? our people? no thanks.

save the schools? the books? the kids? Try again. Last Chance.

save yourself! rejected. save your children! yeah… can’t go for that. save something, anything!? well, dear chap, how about money?

The Round Table

save the rivers? the trees? the fish in the rivers? the birds on the trees? quiet! Hippie.

save the economy? the autonomy? the polity? our country? nope.

Fine! Let’s start small.

save my people? your people? our people? no thanks.

save the schools? the books? the kids? Try again. Last Chance.

save yourself! rejected. save your children! the board doesn’t agree. save something, anything!? well, dear chap, how about money?