poem || Lawrence Upton

On the recent unrest

polyvocal

a shaking balcony; some screams; rhythm mounting

the field translates thousands –

a dangerous thing to do –

something has gathered

feel it surging –

towards puffed purpose

waiting

                        and begins

that is, the children –

it is playtime –

lifeless

                        and yet

a great upheaval

years within

to sanitise

the result of status quo

struggle against global elsewhere

in the art of all transformation

structure dictating sadness

in the end

                        why business?

a narrative war between place and time

citizens practising in their desert

food arenas –

connecting the demanding –

rampant world

that affect!

leaders a constellation of who appeared

women against the illicit

to reclaim living possibilities

and accidents tracing our way

why not?

oppression at last

material of munificence

no room for concession

in touch

international free living reduced

bosses with few benefits

factories producing malnutrition

and philosophies of apparatus and torture

an escape for privileged appropriation

queuing up for prudent revolution

to invest in kleptocrats unknowingly

mechanisms of going well

an age poised

inside universal astonishment

forcibly blown away

to restore conservative waves of quietude

at times managed

exploits an article by Jack Sherker, Manchester Guardian Saturday 16 January 2016

(edited heavily with a loose ad hoc system)