Thursday, September 3, 2009

SO LITTLE GETS BY




So little gets by
This petty customs inspector
Who scrutinizes the border
With eyes like bayonets
And the undeviating will
To lay bare and destroy
Every secret
Threat to his security.

Avid hands
Rifle my carefully-arranged clothes,
Shoveling them aside.


He interrogates:
“So. Whose agent are you?
“What is your true identity?
“Your covert agenda we already know.
“You will not, here in the Fatherland,
“Your disorder propagate.
“This will we not permit.”

And I am required to answer,
“No one’s, Sir,” and, “None, Sir,” and,
“No, Sir, I will not.”
I try, I try to look straight in his eyes as I declare,
With my most candid wide blank gaze,
“Sir, I have nothing to declare.”




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Lower image from http://usmalesf.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html
Middle image from http://homodesiribus.blogspot.com/2014/06/blog-post_2624.html      
Upper image from www.http://thedailybeast.com/women-in-the-world.html
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4 comments:

  1. CookiesSeptember 8, 2009 at 11:18 PM

    So Little Gets By. Oh So True.

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  2. Saint AnarchistSeptember 19, 2009 at 5:42 AM

    it is like your poems do inspire me... though i could not feel the portuguese, fernando pessoa, i do instinctively understand. some time, i am penning, and sincerely, this is where i am inspired...

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  3. UnknownSeptember 21, 2009 at 9:17 AM

    Thank you for stopping by and leaving a commet and yes I have read Cavafy. I have his The Complete Poems of Cavafy. He can be hard on older gays

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  4. DenverAugust 10, 2013 at 2:16 PM

    Just doing his job man, just doing his job.

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