Rodin’s Man is a work in progress. Feedback appreciated.

The time is the always near-at-hand future based on the actions and inactions of the continuing past.

Working class heroes bequeathed a better world but to shoulders unwilling to bear the burden – the legacy lost amidst comfort and cowardice.

I want mine dissolved into we want yours, allowing rationalized militarism to rule the discourse.

In the burgeoning tenements, security cadres enforce restrictions on freedom – of movement, of assembly, of enlightenment. All for the good so they say.

For many, life is hand-to-mouth – or fist to face. Aggressive entertainments soften the misery.

Charity workers believe in themselves.

Each day before dawn, the able-bodied line up at check-points in hopes of being chosen to board blacked-out buses to be transported to outside jobs. Work and they get a few coins towards overpriced consumer goods at the company store.

Regardless the season, darkness greets their return.

Under the cover of such darkness, in a damp, dimly-lit, bullet-riddled cellar, a small group meets to feed their souls with words and ideas.

The Poet unpacks his narrative and conjures the enigma of Rodin’s Man, somewhere prowling the haunted streets searching to fan a cold flame to warm a new dawn.

“I don’t write poetry for poets.

The salty scent of forbidden fruits, a spreading ass-up multitude open to direction, toothless eunuchs choose self-annihilation against more purposeful actions. Tongues may incite the harem to other satisfactions.

Rodin’s Man beheld the dark nights before the lights went out.

He’d been with those standing up as they were beaten down, their aims co-opted to serve the other’s agenda.

He watched the herd turn in on itself, reverting to their natural individual state, refusing to be first to test the stream. None would risk; so none would survive.

Rodin’s Man pondered the power of hope against the odds of certainty.

He took to the streets, seeking replication, all the while dodging crocodiles.”

Kevin Alan McGill The Possible Ks
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