The Absence Of Trees

Welcome to the world where lies rule
you can tear down one edifice
by sacrificing quality
the patriarchy for the class of women who
will whine to be taken seriously
as individuals who happen to be female
at this or any other time.

Where men wearing lipstick are not fools
or clowns or the new castrati choir
useful idiots hailing the Stalinistic news
while being Native means a true patriotism
absent ego or avarice, amid atavistic blues
in the simplicity of demented amnesia

Where all the intellectuals abandon truth
for a snapshot of cash and headlines
the same gangsters championing attitude
over substance, heiling abuse
in this semi-permanent dislocation
of people from events in the decline of Empire.

Where reason has no enemy but itself
having been mistaken for rational objectivity
and anyone who can read can write and anyone
who can write can think except
the kaleidoscopic whirlwind orders nothing
into the orphan form of ideas and inspiration.

Where you can walk in the city as though
it were civilized, not merely the absence of trees
plowed down by any local maniac
providing revenue to undertakers, media and the false
promises of politicians who can do nothing but deny
anything is happening that you may
accept or make of mythologies, lies from truths.

©Dean Baker


‘Poetry that is classic and timeless.’

Vital, intense and uncompromising – singular in clarity, artistry, and authenticity.’

Work which illuminates as it informs – a reviving sense of discovery and perspective.’

**Dark Earth – ‘Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems…’

‘The most unique set of poems I have ever read’

**Silence Louder Than A Train – ‘Highly recommended’ ‘ would be  hard pressed to do better…’

‘…savagely introspective…’

Dean’s books will someday be required reading…’

©Dean Baker

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