September 2017 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Two children

There was a child hair of golden sun, eyes with the crystals of the deep dark sea, whose face rose to all that is new. This child lived to smile. There was a child with skin of glass, empty of stomach, swollen of cheek and flesh- routine marked by want. This child lived to die.Continue reading “Two children”

Little ditty

The unbridled capitalist sits upon his horse named Scam, while millions go without, Hippocrates be damned. He stokes his ego and he sips the air, the deaths he sows aren’t his affair. The Black Marias haul the peons away, The ship of state rams into the cay of liberty. 9/5/2017

Requiem redux

At the steps of Washington they stood- the people. I was with them, nothing but a marionette life in this sweet land. Instead of a preface Can you describe this? Yes I can* If in the distant future this aunt still resides in the mitten shaped from ice – if she is still here andContinue reading “Requiem redux”