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The Descriptive
Essay
“Describe
your favorite space,” he innocently asked,
And
dutifully, in double-space, they wrote:
“My
family and I watch our new flatscreen.”
“But
what of microscopes and basketballs,
Guitars
and wrenches and sewing machinesAnd sometimes fishing from the old sea wall,
Or planting a garden with corn, peas, and beans?”
“My
family and I watch our big flatscreen.”
“What
do you like to read, what do you sing?
Do
you rebuild old cars, old houses, old souls?What do you write on the first day of spring?
Do you like your job? And what are your goals?
“The
family and I watch our wide flatscreen.”
“Do
you sometimes throw a football around,
Refinish
furniture, or feed the birds,Volunteer an hour at the local pound
Chant with the choir those sacred, ancient words?”
“Me
and the family watch our big flatscreen.”
“Do
you jam to the radio, rock that beat,
New
Orleans jazz or upriver blues?What sounds pick up your heart, your hands, your feet?
Saint-Saens or Satchmo – so who’s your muse?”
“The
family and I watch our old flatscreen.”
And
thus anaesthesia displaces art
The
sons and daughters of great kings and queensFrom their ancient heritage now depart
And bow obediently before flatscreens.
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