Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Passive Voice

 
                                                                                                                


She is not Of This World

the world of common people

though she was born there

her Beauty

the regularity of her features

the softness, the smoothness of her skin

her Perfect teeth

her Dangerous Smile                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Trapped in Denial                                                                                             

refusal to Look At                      

to See the thousands

the millions blown away on the wind

the souls wrenched from bodies

in choking asphyxiation

Xyclon gas bursting inside capillaries

            blood boiling

                      can’t Scream

the air Forced from lungs

            No Inspiration

the mother Expires

the sister

            the baby

whole lineages Destroyed

thousands of Years of refinement

the Art the Music the Songs

the Brilliance of millennia

 

Erasure was Tried

did Not Fully succeed

however

tell That to those left behind starving

bereft

unclothed and unhomed

their families Torn Apart

memories Blasted

            Negated

 

he weighed her down with diamonds

sparkling with facets

winking frenetically in the starlight

            she could barely lift her hand

and the brocade wedding train so long

            so heavy

she could hardly walk

he put a Stop to forward motion

imprisoned her in gold and jewels

chains of such glowing and electrifying Value

she was Frozen

 

and then there was the Child

 

she was Truly a trophy standing Gorgeously

Still bedazzling

Stunning

an Icon no longer a Woman

of her Own

a symbol of His Power, His Potentiality

while she is Petrified

Immobile

Statuesque

Going Nowhere of her Own volition

she thus remains a Symbol

of someone Else’s Glory

someone Else’s Mark upon the world

her riches not hers

but the product of his Magic Wand

a mirage shimmering in Golden Light

for as long as He wishes

 

the Golden One

the Diamond Bedecked mock goddess

at Center Stage knows Nothing of this

protected by religion and coloring

by her very disempowerment

her acceptance of the role

of Arm Candy

 

 

 

© 2021 pamela twining


           art:  Gustav Klimt - Woman in Gold

 

 

 

 

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