Jon Parry


Too big to fail

how on earth does one become
larger than all the Caesars who came before
bigger than any dinosaur
or the Aztec civilization
in slavery we trust
to its whip we beg
to be devoured is divine
by the unquenchable thirst
of the sandstone prophet

these dower days of winter
shrieking prayers of lost sandals
begging gifts untouched by masters
guiding ships of dreams unseen
plowing fields never broken
speaking tongues of unborn infants
calls me to wonder
how big is too big to fail?

I was driving home late one night after playing in a bar in Seattle, WA and listening to an NPR story on the bank bailouts and this term, “too big to fail” kept me up the rest of the night. What did it really mean? Was it possible to be “too big to fail”? Those sad and ever increasing numbers of homeless folks I’d passed heading to my car weren’t I guess, or perhaps they were just “too insignificant to matter.” So I wrote this poem. I am a musician by profession and you can find me and my violin on several cds with other artists including Hank Williams Jr., Goose Creek Symphony, and others. Published poems to date are, “Where are you living”, and “Dancing Round this Sawdust Floor” accepted by Barnwood International Poetry Magazine as well as “Bed of Stone” by Word Salad.

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