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found Safe from the Political Economy? Travel to the dunghill

This poem what I have written between 1987-1988, because I found the end of a book Political Economy, a subject that we taught in the third year of the BA in English Language. Without doubt, I would have preferred the economic writings of John Ruskin, possibly more related to our career. And it might have been paying attention, not pecking the body of the Bard of Avon. ATLAS

FORGOTTEN HOUSE IN A MENTAL

(Manuel Sosa)

What Is It That You replace
and tendon and nurture and please
But still gets lost in the whirls of advocacy? What
stage, Period What WAS To Be Dissolved
with the twilight and the impetuous race of the stallions
that drowned in the lake?
Which passage, which recipe was omitted
when you finally walked past the halls
and found that the scepter and mantle
were mere symbols of panic?
A slumber, a shiny flask:
all vigil is a mirage.
Rancid bones, shy sedition:
a trench that the jester fills
with his dark spade.
Something that failed and deserves an inquiry.
Is it another prerogative that we usurp?
A chord, an arrow?
Where the scythes and veiled harps?
An empty ark in an empty palace.
Our mutiny. The abandoned torch.
Was it horror before being an illusion?
What is it that you crave
and align and attest in the adequacy
of retributions? Is it enough
retribution,
or Should we wait some more? Something That
flared and rose:
Our Persuaded Instincts.
A shiny flask, a dark shovel. The gloomy
Armors of winter.
An empty throne.
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