An Unconnected I
I am as much a fraud
as the tent preacher who
heals broken backs, palsy
and hands hooked since birth,
but never reveals the hidden illness
that works its damage to mind
and soul though the body seems
unblemished enough to sacrifice
to obscure gods or country -
right or wrong.
I am a fraud not
unlike the politician who
as he pumps the farmer's hand
eyes the wife's bosom
while he promises drought relief,
farm subsidies, a new road or bridge,
calculates the campaign
contributions harvested
during this trip and whether
they will be distributed to debtor,
boss or mistress.
I am a fraud equal
the wife who cooks
from can and microwave,
the lover who loves himself
first and best,
the judge who sentences
a first-time offender
as if he were Javert in pursuit
of a man who stole bread
to feed his starving pets.
I am less a fraud than the poet.
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