The Cause (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 1 Jan 2017 in Art, Poems

this-cause

 

The Cause

 

You an islet, witness to an hour of rising

You a fleer and a tunneler

You at times overroofed by another’s

Wasted heat

Hate discovers you

One of these will speak against you

And the worst of these

Enflamed the mind an empty fuel tank of fumes

Swings a stick

She, so detrimental to the cause

A grouper, distrustful of a thinker

Cackles when he says, “I’ll kill”

 

But the islets rim the world in their thousands

The sea pours in

 


 

The CauseA Chatterbug’s Memoires

 

 

 

 

(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)

 

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