Some Kind of Hell to Pay



the unconscionable dance in the canyons of power,
lined with megalithic buildings, the edifice complex
of the spin-meister’s lie, that the demigods can do
anything – anything – walking this asphalt valley

a parade, flailing lemmings trussed and trusting their
die-cut dreams to the pitiless whim of the military/
industrial/medical alliance, whose war-cries are of
greed and arrogance, believing they’ll live forever,
today’s sovereignty, tomorrow’s guarantee. But it’s

all delusion – cultures die and the hope-crushing
architects of cuts and austerity measures are like
the rich man in the Lazarus story, there’ll be
some kind of backlash, some kind of hell to pay …

“Rich Lazarus! richer in those gems, thy tears,
Than Dives in the robes he wears:
He scorns them now, but oh they’ll suit full well
With the purple he must wear in hell”
Richard Crenshaw (c.1613-1649), English cleric, teacher, metaphysical poet, Steps to the Temple. Sacred Poems, Delights of the Muses (1646)

© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photo credit, 1930 breadine sculpture at the FDR memorial courtesy of Peter Griffin, Public Domain


7 thoughts on “Some Kind of Hell to Pay

  1. Hi Jamie–you have a wonderful global view always, this an example, but I just wanted to say how impressed I am each time I read the Doves Have Gone and the other poems that you’ve segregated–the hobnobbing with ravens. (That may be wrong sorry!) Thanks. k.

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    1. Well, I think that was just in the interest of the sound and picture … after all I go all over in that one and end in a dovecot. LOL! Thanks always for your read and review. Hugs!


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