Kazuo Ishiguro knows of fear,
doesn’t he, veiled in class power? How their
concept of human value leads to sneers
and silence at our presence. They don’t care
or observe revolution’s history –
how it begins with their genteel disgust,
their silk indifference to misery,
donors’ bodies lying in limo’s dust.
Let’s rewrite the novel, shall we? Ruth leads
a revolution. Tommy and Kathy join
in, take over Hailsham. While Madame bleeds
to death, they dissect Miss Emily’s loins.
They tend the garden, mend their gentle hearts.
Live eighty years, making and sharing art.
Roger Armbrust
September 28, 2016
