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'Promised Land'

from The Futile Feud by James Jefferys

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James Jefferys - 'Promised Land'

So, precise as a scythe or scimitar
We swap slipstreams in the sky –
Swerve into your sewing kit,
Glide inside a specific eyelet.

Enough hesitation,
Enough twitching
Shuffling and fidgeting
Us geese reject it,
Expected to shun it
And dart into
The strawberry punnet
Promised Land
With the need to be soothed –
Seeds removed,
Me, you.

Since those slaked were squirrelled in,
Assimilated, placated, sleeping and still,
Something suspected snuck into the kit -
We honked and hissed and had none of it

The bad ones
Splash into our plasma
Sashay round the streets
Of the box like a
Pervading miasama.
But we can handle it
All the way to the
Promised Land
With the need to be soothed –
Seeds removed,
Me, you.

Allegedly arriving to quell a palaver,
The bad ones are our sons, our uncles and brothers
The blue cheese on night in new places
The bullets zipping past our faces

To be polite, we bow and say
“You won the day, hooray, touché”
The sorts of things that you’ve extorted
Aren’t important. You’re not that naughty.

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from The Futile Feud, released March 14, 2015

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