Salt of the Earth

Salt of the Earth

by Cam M. Roberts

Our disciplines are now accustomed to a common tradition
throughout all eons of time, in the blood of elements
whereby lineages of electrons enliven
the masses to dream of a spirit called covalence.
Propounded they are by this,
and so they must consider their bond –

Let us be realistic:
Deserted islands no longer exist,
they now live in a dream called extinction,
which bears a greater resemblance to the shitholes of history
than to imagination or memory where every oasis is rendered, and then foiled –
A mirage.

Men require moonlight intransitive while walking
along silent beaches with all things either behind
or beneath them, and so their private lives all explode –

When wreck becomes wreckage the dust does not linger much,
repugnance is the soul of strangeness, and is forever restless.
It belongs somewhere else:

In galleries, museums, libraries.
Along the walls of a dimly-lit corridor.
Or in a jar lodged within the bowels of a hoarder’s house.

 

© CMR, 2013

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About Cam M. Roberts

Actor, Writer & Poet. WFU '12. NCSSM '08.
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