I want you to be my economic whore.
I have plans to draw the life
Out of our ordinary citizens
And I need you to stroke
The back of my neck, tell me
It is for everyone's good. I need
To hear how the unity of disunion
Is struggle and how I would never
Break anyone's spirit by taking away
An opportunity for struggle. I am the driver
Of this train only, merely the master
Of this wagon, just the operator
Of this reaper. I need
For you to stand behind me,
Hands on my hips, your no more
Than biologically functioning lips
Pressed to my ear - half information,
Half sex - telling me it is the right thing:
That this is the right thing, that I am making
All creation better for everyone, and that I will
Gather praise in workday baskets: if only
From you, if only from me.
I take into my oligarchic keeping the hard
Hands of people who sweat to pay taxes
And when I imagine nothing of what I do
Is for them I can feel your fingers
At my belt, the panther reflection of your eyes,
The reassurance of luxuries yet to come.
Their children should be happy with scraps.
Ken Poyner has published several hundred poems in several dozen magazines. Work for the summer of 2011 is scheduled for “Fear of Monkeys”, “PANK”, “Pacific Review”, “Illumen”, “Sawbuck” and several other places. He is working on a poem series tentatively entitled “Having Your Robot and Eating Him, Too”. Ken’s wife just set 10 world records in power lifting and is largely the world’s premier female raw power lifter, at least in her weight division.