Saturday, August 12, 2017

Poem for Today by Jameson Kooper.

Fire and fury
I wonder
What makes death
So easy when suicide
Is a missile
Striking hallowed ground.
I suppose
Far afield
The mushroom dance
In skies blazing
nuclear lightning
Feels no warmth.
Why worry about
The gust front
Tearing rafters from walls
And flaying flesh alive.
Comfortable among Washington
Dusk
There are no screams
To hear
No trunks like twigs snapped.
Just the bellowing bull
Incessantly whining
Stripping air from the room.
That is all you see
As the rain kills
And maims.
August 10, 2017

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