No Stake in the Game (poem)
No Stake in the Game
The hour seemed hot
And the malefactor
not alone in gauging how the wind was blowing
conditions dry enough like sarcasm
Imagine towering figures
turning brat Marshall plan negotiators
men like that
Gnomes, they prove, listening under toadstools
Galloping gourmands Saturns
never wrong…that is…never a wrong ingredient
in the stew
The hour seems hot
And the southwest winds
And the thought of cool advice
From California friends
Not friends but flight technicians
Lonely in pursuit of patriotic memes
Camouflage and mirrored lens and child in pink
Hot and gusting pine straw
Plays like a video in reverse
From the tiered stack
From the ritual bones smirk
(them possum, fool)
From anything at hand
No Stake in the Game
(2019, Stephanie Foster)