Nicolas Jacobs
For the Tribunes
i.m. David Jones
The deaf dictators exile song;
No, more: there is no song. If you
Seem to hear music, you are wrong:
All is illusion that we do,
Mere idols spawned in fields of force
Discerned by the blind prophets through
Our seeming history’s rainbow course,
And all with which the mind is fed
Slung to oblivion with the horse.
We give the people stones for bread
And mock with flattery as we kill.
What when they ask for stones instead?
What when such diet chokes the will?
Bread once forgone, will stones be then
The prime works of the baker’s skill?
Yes, economics presses, men,
Starving, accuse. But, before long,
Are not men, too, disparaged when
The deaf dictators exile song?
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