Monday, March 02, 2009

Mr. Smoothie by Kyi May Kaung

This is what
you’re paid to do
spin doctor to put
a good surface on things.

Your side says we’re rude
you’re recognized by the UN
no less
de-facto.

You don’t lose
your temper, polished in your
polyester suit
cheroot burn in your
tie, big hole dead center.

But remember
truth is sometimes ugly
often ugly
lies can be beautifully crafted
the smoothness of a surface
is not our criterion.

Lies make us angry we shout
blood comes out
through our nostrils and all
our bodies other orifices.

What can be uglier
and more truthful
than blood?

Copyright Kyi May Kaung
Written in 1994.

Moving Poems--Kyi May Kaung and Lisa DiLillo--Tongue Don't have Bones--c 1998

https://www.movingpoems.com/2009/08/tongues-have-no-bones/