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MODERN AMENITY


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The TV screen flares up unawares,
And through a medium more cognizant
To the rhetoric of everyday truth
They show spectres carved in gold,
Of whose niche one could but presume
To fathom, in vague realities of the reel world.
The pictures of indiscretion, kept running
By the wheels that find itself
On the road to some futile yearning,
They try to dissuade one from
The imperial scope, the fount of learning.
The screen flares away, unrelated
To the dreams of the happy few
That finds the sublime truth shaping
In their efforts to get acquainted
With some new source of learning.
But that was an understatement:
For in that effort to be of service
And adhere to some social contract,
There came a moment in their lives
When they could do only disservice
To the real knowledge that eludes
Out of grasp from oneself.
One runs from hither
To the neverending lands
Where they come to their tether.
But herein comes the profound
Moral fable, with the glints
And surges of the knights
Of the round table.
Then the screen comes up
With that everlasting surge
Of notes of desire and discord,
Apathetic to social customs
Of provinciality and accord.
Speaking itself of indecent tidings
And of a need to corrupt
The mores of a century's making.
Then the TV's tidings retain
Within itself a need, an abject purpose
To frame for the honoured idiots
A mortal need to surrender their
Repressed vanities, those fractured egoes
Of a time not so long ago.
And to release the coarse sensual being
That this animal man is, inside
Oblivious to everyone's liking,
The beast that resides in us all, insides.
For years those images hath spoken
A truth of which man was sore besotted.
But then, through this newer ken,
The yearning for the humble pages
Of a narrative yarn that remained unspoken.


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