The Smell of the Crowd (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 28 Mar 2020 in Art, Poems

Photo of black cat blurred in motion




The Smell of the Crowd


see justice pulled from the frying pan

nicely crisped at the edges, greased both sides

you may say, done

the owner considers the tone

a diminution in the smell of the crowd

his helpers lose keenness for their work

all of them

wishing to be at home, bucket between the knees

waiting for the roof to leak


So the measuring tape has spooled out

Will anyone really lend a hand

Will they do it for the sake of being kind

Do we live in times

Where the late Luna moth demands her fee

“I doubt you’ve understood me;

My humans, the cost of things has rocketed so high.”


Do you mind, do you mind, do you mind

I am only seeking clarity on this point

With the vigor of a man he springs to his feet

And moves his lips




The Smell of the Crowd

Digital drawing of two women at cafe tableThe First Idea















(2017, Stephanie Foster)




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