#poem, «Status and Redemption»

STATUS AND REDEMPTION
(Wile listening to L’Histoire du Soldat/Stravinsky)

Where is the status you sought out to have,
sitting in classrooms, waiting on tables,
mopping up washrooms and cleaning the stables,
of a noble patrician descended from Rome
degenerate, misogynist
sick and alone?

Now you wipe off his drool and you wince with disgust,
but he does not see you as ignore you he must,
this cynical spectre of mansions and theatres,
with political influence like a fattened old realtor,
who displays all the land in hopes that a buyer
comes licking his hand, his hand, stained with faeces mucous and urine,
and all forms of filth and dead cells.

They’ve all rotting skin that will fall from their faces
as they seek to win one more day at the races.
One more day, to the good folks dismay,
who will forever be thankful when they’re all on their way
to a horrific paradise just made for their type,
filled with varmints and parasites torture and strife.
Which is what they deserve, which is what they have given
to all those who wanted to just to make a good living.

So where is the status, my charming young lady,
that you wanted to gain when you wondered if maybe,
within that golden castle you’d find your reward,
but you just found corruption and a perverted old man
who promised and promised but proffered quite nothing
but a stain on your soul and a rip in your clothes.

Status is nothing to search for in life,
seek first your redemption.
Everything else you will get in due time.

C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 16 APR 2025 – Valencia, España

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