WITH EVERY DAMNED THING
look what happens
when you put pressure
squeeze everything
you can out
of us ordinary humans
reduce the quality further
of our less, than stellar lives
force us
to turn within
find what
we can all bring
to the party
fish for and
snare
what stories. fables,
myths, legends,
and, dare
I say it?, poetry
that we are sitting on
that we
have always hosted
and, to give
supreme benefit
of the doubt,
try to
touch your heart
believing it not
irredeemable, for
argument’s sake
but of course, as you have
gathered, as we have
always gathered nothing there
bereft of empathy
devoid of
understanding, no
place
for anything but
profit and greed
and a polished ideology
premised on a need
to never let anyone
smell
let alone see (in
all its abject glory) such
ceaseless hypocrisy
at which
revelation
we sigh, close ranks, recite
poems, tell our stories
back to
work
putting pen to paper
hit you with every damned
thing we got
poems 2 die for 