It’s all a game – a poem

It’s all a game.

It’s all a game;
As the utilities of the past
Are deployed
To attract the punters.
Stalls are laid out
With tourist tat
And ethnic garb;
With fossils, mineral,
Sustenance and experience.
For a fee
You can ride a camel,
Hold a monkey,
Charm a snake,
Hold an ostrich,
Take a carriage
And have your photo taken
With a Tourag in blue.

Behind the charade
Real life occasionally intrudes.

Opher – 20.3.2019

It feels to me that nothing is real. There is a circus going on and we’re all in the ring. There is a big game in which the pretence rules.
It’s a money-making game.
Do we go with the flow?
Do we glimpse the reality that works behind it all?

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