Mealy Mouthed by Stephen Kingsnorth

As power corps, puffed up at core,
belts overflowed by bellies, cash,
clay-leaden feet, they potter through
the hungry, as they grant largesse,
return to feast amongst their mates.
But the bowl maker’s touch on turn
ensures their craft spins smaller space
for mealie meal, a maizing dish,
though mealy-mouthed thought bountiful.

Lounged in their business studios,
they wheel and deal to their advance,
become the vessel spouting that
the poor have stained themselves with blame,
lay claim, as the food disappears
there’s plenty, those who work for it,
enslaved, as do their master’s will.

Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales, UK, from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces curated by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including Poetry Potion. His blog is at https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com .