Quid pro fauxbia (poem)
Quid pro fauxbia
The fear of human society
Quid pro fauxbia
Lye over the discarded fruit
Heaped in fermenting waste
And burn or atomize
Disrupt the life cycle of the fly
Maggots thrive in their maggotry so have no reason
To care that their own days are numbered
Barbed edged rain falls on the human state
Too appalling
Its head in the trough of carny bilge
The nut inside
Beaten time and again until
The brain is almond paste and memory’s kernel
Of terror responds
To a shadow looming sideways
Or the call note of a bird
Quid pro fauxbia
calmly
The Minister of Inaction
(2016, Stephanie Foster)
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