Sometimes those
who broadcast
dichotomizing narratives
are as empire-umpire:
Post and then patiently sit,
as if sat on a deistic cloud.
Watch, as bird-watchers,
the screen
gazing through the Cloud.
Gazing down
into to the pit
of the people,
where they fight
as if proverbial gladiators.
They fight
their reductive
yet verbose battles
for the empire’s thumb
and the hope of:
“Pollices premere! Stantes missi!”:
acceptable,
good wishes,
let them, who survived, go free.
How shall this move
the social fabric forward?
shall we, the gladiators, tattoo
the judgement of judgement
on our chests or wimpy arms?
Shall we all rejoice
“Just for laughs!”
and have resolve(d)
shall we be moved
on
to
the next duel
of dualities?
ad infinitum
—animasuri’21
Header visual: “the four faces of expressions” . digitally edited digital sketch . —animasuri’19