When the Poets Call Out (Pharaoh’s Estate Sale)
by dbreeden
A.
Pharaoh’s chariots doused
In a good dose of Red Sea
This is the story
Of the possible
When it’s called out
Long past despair
It recurs
This dousing
And reoccurs
Anytime now
Gets reimagined
Just read The Times
Just read the times
The possibilities
Off the wheels of
Pharaoh’s spin doctors
The imagination loosed
B.
Pharaoh’s strength
Is a prosy power
All in a row
Unimaginative
Pharaoh’s power
Is a prosy strength
Of what must be
And can’t be
Otherwise
C.
No, now never has
A champion or
A scribe much
The instant
Goes begging
While pronouncements of future
Prognostications of past
Congeal on and on
Stone, stone, stone
D.
This now so tenuous
So fragile this instant
So gossamer it so seldom
Goes noted
Gets called out
How all may be
Reimagined
E.
Pharaoh hears the rush
That the future
Might be different
Different from now
If the prose didn’t
Keep falling into line
To dam possibles
Pharaoh knows
And hears water
F.
The future reimagined if
Those poets, those prophets
Got loose on it now
The story retold
That the future
Is not inevitable
Is not prose
All arranged
By the powers
G.
Pharaoh’s chariots doused
In a good dose of Red Sea
When the poets see now
In its possibles
When the poets call out
What may be
Put out the sign
Pharaoh’s Estate Sale
Happening
Now
