Jack Sprat could eat no
Is that his wife
who is screaming
Let us poison our water
Let us lie
Let us eat our own entrails
Flick a switch
Pump the life
from our neighbors
So what says the hand
on the clock
So what says the tongue
sucking on greed like sugar
The music here is wonderful
We have a pipeline
to heaven
John! This poem is angry terse and totally effective. I particularly like the OT railing prophet ring in every line. I cant think of anything I’d change
Thanks,, Steve. Very kind of you. Happy spring!
On Tue, Mar 21, 2017 at 12:28 AM, john mann poems wrote:
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