in this sort of small town
study all absent kindnesses
whispers flying towards you
assaultive sentences
that frame all intercourse
even within an alien shopping experience:
more border guard gaze
more Check Point Charlie gaze
-would make Franco proud
more no "Good" morning language
more and more anti- 'customer' stuff
you can't say social intercourse:
in this institutional model of a village
local coherence reinforced:
every rule and law of universal civility
reduced, an easy effort of circumvention
Human Rights Pudding
an assault on community spirit
a morticians gaze
post-colonial nostalgia
as if every gaze
praises false knowledge to be corrected
then "YOU TOO!"
game players acting law enforcement
every gaze a fruit of cultural re-enforcement
yet stuck within rotten fruits
from a Tree of Knowledge
so
travel from village to village
see fewer and fewer trees
yet more and more rotten fruit
assaultive language flowers blooms
no one eats, no one volunteers
for Human Rights Pudding