The Superficies of Servitude (Part Four)

Saturday, September 14, 2013

 

The Superficies of Servitude

Part Four: Class Act

“The superficies is the world.” – T.S. Eliot

 

Inimical truth? Why not?

If signs are artifice,

And only that, then face

The placid, flatulent rot

 

Of imagined fact: “We thought

You grew up in a house

Troughed with books and mounds

Of residual bon mots.

 

Rosaries, Navy issue-

Ligorian, The Guns

Of Navarone, and artificial

Ice milk glowed like icons.

 

For years I’ve minimized

The maelstrom of this rift.

The work that others shirked

I muscled up as heft,

 

A cunning counterfoil,

Pretending to be nice

In hierarchy’s toil

Of munificent class.