Political Cannibalism

grass,
do not talk of honesty
there is none here
it is not a man
neither is it a woman
could be
an eunuch
that keeps things normal
by not saying
anything
it is the silence that is
honest
it is not her hands
for they do what
is not said anyway
so grass
do not give me that
quibble
there is none here
not even loyalty
welcome to
the politics of
survival
now
choose, eat,
do not
think.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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