Savagery

Savagery

To celebrate Blake’s anniversary I’ve written this poem, titled Savafree means:
beyond savagery. to be perform 28 NOVEMBER 2007 AT TATE BRITAN:
EVANT TIME 13:00 -18:00

Slavery. What a word. It sounds to me like sla ver free- free slave irony. Who made this word sound such a party word. I can imagine someone shouting “come on, let’s get the game on”. I’d no idea what’s waiting for me.

A boat cram- packed to breaking. Space comes at a cost, over they go. Some time food for thought.

Chains rattle clink sound that send shiver all over Wooden shapes made a smooth furrow were once there were splinters that killed, no medicines no remorse only the smell of dying no screaming strange the sound of death is silence

Body parts festering maturing like a good bottle of wine but in this case ready to be removed and the rest of the body shredded for the pot giving new meaning to they look better than they tasted.
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There no nicety about being conned
There no nicety of being owned,
There no nicety of being sold,
There no dignity, ONLY despair. Can you imagine there’s no light just like when you were kids your big brother put you in the dark, cover you with a blanket or pillow but you screams “let me go”; Fear with no ending continues fright. How terrible that must have been.

And here we are two hundred fifty years on- still trapped, sold out but still slaves. If you did but know what government got up to? Master or slaves to oil. Which one are you? Most say both but only one chose.



Jason