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For The Best – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You must work – we must all work to make the world worthy of its children.” Pablo Casals

For The Best

The child was starving so we made
a cake that only we could eat,
the child was suffering, so we offered
offered solutions in our double speak
buried so deep as to never see the 
light of day; the child was traumatised 
so we asked her to tell her story,
and tell it until we were gratified by
the salacious details of unfolding 
horror; the child was broken so we
asked how she could fix our 
consciences; the child needed 
support so we provided funding to
those who needed luxury cars and
dental plans, who wrote fictions about 
the child so that sequels could be
anticipated, and in the advent of  a
second mortgage, to ask a high fee. 
The child died and everyone congratulated 
themselves on how they had saved 
their lifestyle. Besides, it was for the 
best, just imagine living with that 
amount of trauma and suffering.


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Just Following Orders – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At Dverse Ingrid is hosting Prosery with an invitation to use a line from William Blake’s poem ‘The Chimney Sweeper’ – “If all do their duty, they need not fear harm.”

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Doing Our Duty

Public domain photo of Adolf Eichmann.

“Being evil is only something that only humans are capable of.” Jane Goodall

Just Following Orders

In 1960 an architect appeared in court in down town Jerusalem charged with crimes against humanity. He was the architect of the Holocaust, his defence was banal, he claimed immunity because he was only following orders.

Who never questions motive? Who believes they are perfect and above the law?And who never effects harm on others? But of those who excelled in following orders, no matter how perverted, Adolf Eichmann stands apart as intentionally evil, and more so because of his claim that he was just following orders. And, so, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm? really? Think slavery. Think Eichman, think Vietnam War, Think Derek Chauvin, think so many.

Our actions always affect others, and where there is evil the effect is always negative. Harm comes to those in the orbit of such people. Just listen to Holocaust survivors.

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Truly Free – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo (found on everipedia.org): Inside the former HM Maze Prison (formerly known as Long Kesh Detention Centre) in Northern Ireland where during the 1970s the British forces interned both IRA and Loyalist prisoners, and in 1981 where Bobby Sands (along with nine other prisoners) died while on hunger strike at the age of 27. The Prison has since been demolished except for a portion retained as historical. Part of the former prison was offered for use by the Eikon Centre for events.

“They may hold our bodies in the most inhuman conditions, but, while our minds are free, our victory is assured.” Bobby Sands

Truly Free

Prison walls incarcerate only those 
who willingly surrender their minds
in easy rapprochement, but the minds
who can transcend the ill facade with
songs of solidarity on their lips, and 
poems of promise in their hearts,  
prophesying to the end of evil; that is 
the mind no longer held, they are truly 
free, even in the last breath.


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Leaving Me Anguished – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“What makes life worth living?” Zane Grey

Leaving Me Anguished

Blue strobe caressing my windows,
the anguished youth reaching inside
himself, clutching at the boiling darkness,
seeking an expiation that just won't come,
hugging the closeness of healing oblivion,
his nightmare vocal choking my senses
with a tar blackness spreading over my
angelic reach, which cannot touch him,
voices of necessity collapse him in a 
vain sugared hope, but I didn't hear one 
note of redemption in the poverty of his
trusting surrender, leaving me anguished,
reaching inside myself to find any 
semblance of meaning.


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Swallowing Whole – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Violating human rights is integral to the project of neoliberalism ….” Arundhati Roy

Swallowing Whole

I'm bemused that so many people are fooled,
swallowing whole the telegenic performances
given by those who consume our lives
before they ultimately consume themselves.

Swallowing whole the telegenic performances,
so disingenuously masked by the greedsters 
before they ultimately consume themselves
on the vain, rude altar of corporate sacrifice.

So disingenuously masked by the greedsters,
opiate bait for the masses to be offered 
on the vain, rude altar of corporate sacrifice,
hoping for meaning among future generations.

Opiate bait for the masses to be offered,
given by those who consume our lives,
hoping for meaning among future generations,
I'm bemused that so many people are fooled.

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Ended – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Suffering does not necessarily ennoble you.” Henry Louis Gates

Ended

When did we valorise the threshold of pain
creating heroes of suffering as if
bloodied carcasses were somehow a
thing of beauty and terminal bodies were
heavenly portraits of masochistic willpower,
a pulsating distorted erotica, but
when the cow lay beyond help out in the 
paddock, it was the vet who ended the 
worship with a liturgy of love.

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The Trees Need Pruning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The trees which are pruned, watered and nurtured by caring hands bear the greatest fruits; it is the same with people.” Bryant McGill

The Trees Need Pruning

Who sets the rules,
how do we renegotiate the public space,
will trust ever re-emerge past the deep
suspicion that has been birthed in us,
formed by the canker of the rotting fruit
of moral crises, whose pith is obscene 
resistance to justice and the disturbing 
mnemonic of the slaughterhouses of
power, we have been here before, 
but now, more than ever, the trees 
need pruning.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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A Time Is Coming – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.” George Orwell

A Time Is Coming

The goose of innocence was raped by the proper gander
of importunate lies hidden openly in limpid eyes like
dark lakes of evil on which deceit so carefully floats
like lilies of affirmation with scent of something
foreboding, a sickly sweetness like rotting figs, the
triumph of tyranny over humanity in every generation,
until the heat of tyranny raises resistance and a time 
when the goose is no longer victim.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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True Scammers – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Scam

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“The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.” Georges Bernanos

True Scammers

Mendicants, tramps and vagabonds,
but not the one's you imagine or see,
instead, the one's you pay for who
rob you with glee, the one's in the 
penthouse, the mansion or three,
who prey on the orphans and widows 
and me, the one's with forked tongues
and a bible of lies, who hold morals 
like sewer rats or scandalous flies,
who star in movies where the poor die
as glorious martyrs for the victims of 
privilege whose wealth barely gets 
them by on a thousand a day. 
The truest scam is not Nigerian or 
emailed around, the truest of is
entirely voted and approved by us all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Fringe Angel – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to consider four paths. I chose Fringe though edge works just as well.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Edges and Fringes

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“People who are homeless are not social inadequates. They are people without homes.” Sheila McKechnie

Fringe Angel

Suddenly,
on life's vacant fringe,
one cool autumn morn,
she appeared before me,
apart from the crowd,
with her tottering gait and
pungent threads with a 
sacredness of holes and 
Job's necrous ash, her
trolley full of rainbow's 
hope, she took in the 
vendor's stern eye and 
moved along, "not my 
problem" he muttered to 
no one but the sky,
leaving me wondering,
why is she not my problem?
Later, I saw her in the park,
tongues of fire all around her,
and a dove on her hand.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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