Laura Taylor

Right Hand/Wrong Ink

A ragged-arsed philanthropy
fuelled by knowledge based on faith;
a myth-making ‘reality’ echoes in your throat.
The Money Trick you swallowed
works your tongue and teeth and lips,
and you claim a status eagerly,
handed down by men insane
with greed and acquisition:
“This is how it’s Always Been”

Red right hand writes black is white
in black and white;
war is peace; dots your eyes;
scribes within the margins in wrong ink.
Your pen emits a unity,
a summary of harmony
not found inside the whole;
of a union invisible to Jack.

Laura Taylor © 2014