"Often, the artist is like a hairy beast, hiding in the forest."
     -- Sara Jane Jordan, Ottawa, Canada


we’re all turned inside out from this latest fiasco
tempers flaring though fire walled
in our mutual respect and synchronicity
if this assemblage of artists is to survive
and visibly all confident it will
then growing pains are but a refreshing denouement
the least of our philanthropic worries

the here and now is what clarions loudest
forget the medieval
when king reflected as country
decisions of peace and war were rendered unilaterally
the Board now holds power
a round table cast in rectangular oak
principles just...righteous
honed to deliver words from large and small alike

if so choosing
we can indeed dance with the Devil
uncomfortable in our unconscious conscience
the status quo will carry us through to rainbow tomorrows
though like that TV show from the seventies once boldly proclaimed
you want Fame? well Fame costs...it’s going to hurt

let us undivided then muster the resolve
to fly our flag of intellectual innovation unhampered
and deliver fresh Sasquis from the woods
while protecting those already parachuted into the spotlight

© 2003
Revised © 2019

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03/11/2019

Author's Note: Inspired by 2003 growing pains and differences of opinions at my home town poetry group, the Sasquatch Writers Performance Series. The group disbanded in 2010. For more information on the history of the Sasquatch Series, please see my journal entry, Some Local Poetry History and a Poem by Juan O’Neill, dated 9/30/2012. Sasquis: plural of Sasquatch. After doing some research, I discovered the word already existed but without the ‘s’ at the end. I decided for visual purposes and as it’s a plural word, it should be modified...adding an ‘s', although silent.

Posted on 03/11/2019
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