flashquake Poetry

SUMMER
2003

do not insult me
with your equality,

measures cloned and
pleasures
honed for
sameness,

and nature
shamed
though blameless:

fairly gauged,
          I am not so fair
          I am not so wise
          I am not strong.

We are not created equal.

the awful throng simply
refuses
to acquiesce,

the sparse superior
heeds the farce under
lawful duress

and
democracy convenes
at the feast

(a charitable symmetry
befitting man
at his least).