Aug 31 2007
Poor in America - P.I.A.
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By Vi Ransel
9/1/07
It’s an ancient tradition derived
          from the scapegoat of Leviticus
          whereby the wrongs of others
          are transferred to an innocent
who’s then sent out alone to die
          symbolically bearing others’ sins,
          absolving from greed, lust, pride and hate
          the community that condemned him.
A corpse is laid out, sin eater employed
          to eat bread and salt from its belly
          thereby absorbing the corpse’s sins
          for the wages of just a few pennies.
Relegated to the wrong side of the tracks
          in housing fallen to disrepair
          destitute even of hope
          a place one stumbles only in error.
The poor clean the toilets, wait the tables,
          kill the meat and mow the lawns,
          raise the children of the “Upper” Class,
          walk their pampered dogs and park their cars.
They assemble the latest electronics,
          sew our blue jeans and our wedding gowns.
          When we buy cheap Chinese goods at Wal-mart
          they’re the “associates” who check us out.
The poor care for other people’s parents
          left alone and sad in nursing homes.
          They’re the receptionists in upscale spas,
          the charming girls in nail salons.
They’re dishwashers who scrape half-full plates
          left by those who can afford to go out to eat.
          They stock store shelves and work in warehouses
          where corporations ship and receive.
They empty bed pans and wipe up vomit.
          They’re janitors and maintainence men.
          And a lot of them help to build the jails
          they’re disproportionately incarcerated in.
The people they serve hardly speak to them
          though they provide indispensible services
          because they’re living proof of a “lower” calss,
          which makes most Americans nervous.
The fact that they exist at all is a slap
          in the face of the American polity,
          so they’re treated like a shameful excresence
          on the ass of American society.
But like the ghetto homelands of South Africa,
          America has embarrassing pockets of poverty.
          And the economic apartheid we practice,
          makes the poor exiles in their own country.
And when the poor are all used up, having been
          consumed by predatory corporations,
          they’re discarded like so much garbage
          for being too old, too sick or disabled.
These castoffs through no fault of their own
          are condemned by the corporate supremacists
          who looted their pensions and 401Ks
          to eke out a long and miserable existence.
It’s gone on so long it seems normal,
          and corporate-owned media report it that way.
          It’s as if poverty were invsible
          and America’s conscience had been mislaid.
So the sin eaters continue to scramble
          for scraps from the CORPSE-porations’ table,
          bearing the burden of unpardonable sin,
          our homegrown, American scapegoats.
And treating the poor as if this is their fault
          hides the fact that it is America’s decision
          to absolve the criminal perpetrator
          and blame the sin-eating victim.
So you’ll never see a T-shirt that says
          “Poor and Proud in the U.S.A.”
          because in the United States of America
          the P.I.A. are M.I.A.



