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People Eating People - a poem by Mark Palermo
















With knowing smiles
They entered things in ledgers
And even then I knew why.
And on my child's mind they laid the blame
As they introduced me to a new  kind of game.
It is called "People Eating People."
and I asked them why that's so.
They said people have always eaten people
and it still in fashion, you know
 
Now it comes to me
Alive at 53
I see golden arches and depictions
of 260 million contradictions.
 
I can neither live half a life,
nor dwell in a land of  shadows
I figure that Life is for the living
And so I carry on
with eyes wide open
 
While people are still eating people.
Because they've always eaten people.
It's just fashion, you know.
 
 

PEOPLE EATING PEOPLE

 

 

They smiled and they wrote things in their ledgers.

 

And even then I knew why

 

I had committed crimes of thinking and feeling.

 

And on my child’s mind they laid the blame,

 

And they tried to teach me a game.

 

It was called “People eating people,”

 

and I asked them why that’s so.

 

They said people have always eaten people,

 

and it’s always been in fashion you know.

 

Now it’s come to me

 

That at 53,

 

I see  rosebuds and depleted uranium.

 

I see old dogs and children

 

and weapons of mass destruction.

 

I see 260 million happy face masks.

 

And I struggle for ancient wisdom

 

I see fallen golden arches of contradictions.

 

So I can neither live half a life, nor dwell forever in shadows,

 

I figured that Life is for  the living,

 

And so I carried on

 

with eyes open.

 

While people were eating people.

 

It’s always been in fashion you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And you’ll come to like it too.

 

 

 

 

 

PEOPLE EATING PEOPLE

 

PEOPLE EATING PEOPLE

 

 

They smiled and they wrote things in their ledgers.

 

And even then I knew why

 

I had committed crimes of thinking and feeling.

 

And on my child’s mind they laid the blame,

 

And they tried to teach me a game.

 

It was called “People eating people,”

 

and I asked them why that’s so.

 

They said people have always eaten people,

 

and it’s always been in fashion you know.

 

Now it’s come to me

 

That at 53,

 

I see  rosebuds and depleted uranium.

 

I see old dogs and children

 

and weapons of mass destruction.

 

I see 260 million happy face masks.

 

And I struggle for ancient wisdom

 

I see fallen golden arches of contradictions.

 

So I can neither live half a life, nor dwell forever in shadows,

 

I figured that Life is for  the living,

 

And so I carried on

 

with eyes open.

 

While people were eating people.

 

It’s always been in fashion you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And you’ll come to like it too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They smiled and they wrote things in their ledgers.

 

And even then I knew why

 

I had committed crimes of thinking and feeling.

 

And on my child’s mind they laid the blame,

 

And they tried to teach me a game.

 

It was called “People eating people,”

 

and I asked them why that’s so.

 

They said people have always eaten people,

 

and it’s always been in fashion you know.

 

Now it’s come to me

 

That at 53,

 

I see  rosebuds and depleted uranium.

 

I see old dogs and children

 

and weapons of mass destruction.

 

I see 260 million happy face masks.

 

And I struggle for ancient wisdom

 

I see fallen golden arches of contradictions.

 

So I can neither live half a life, nor dwell forever in shadows,

 

I figured that Life is for  the living,

 

And so I carried on

 

with eyes open.

 

While people were eating people.

 

It’s always been in fashion you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And you’ll come to like it too.

 

 

 

 

 

 
















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