Food for Thought-Breughel

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Above the middle I search,
Tilted left, slanted right,
Marching by the church,
Feast and dance all night,
Hungry men joust for work,
They’ve been down so long,
Up feels like down,
While I straddle some cultural fissure,
These ideas keep coming around,
A strange amalgamated mixture,
Smelted beneath this wide town,
Spouted by the yo-yo antagonists,
Pulled between carnival and lent,
With flawless Flemish on their lips,
In the banks across town,
This modus operandi is a moral rut,
Easing its way past the groaning sounds,
Gently taking a chance to be free,
I think I want to be,
At the top of that house,
Where a lone man and his mouse,
Are preparing to scram,
From Breughel’s Venn diagram.

–Richard Bryant