Here We Are in the Mid 2020s
Drop, bounce, roll, sleet against
window payne onto ledge
glaze covered cement walkway
naked, cold, lifeless
in the creek bed, lights of the night sky
waver… dim… dark clouds roll above
large mounds of frozen dirt cover
the terrain where once a forest
stood
now awaiting manmade woods of aluminum
processed wood
In the distance a gilded age
mansion stares down upon it all
as it once did onto the shacks in
the woods.
Down in the swamp where a city rose from the muck and slime
winter’s freeze preserves the musky filthy odor, embeds itself
in the people who populate the large classical buildings that
sit atop.
Their hearts beat slower, body temperature lowers
as the rich get richer, poor get poorer, health care
abandoned and middle class dropping like sleet from
a winter storm.
Downpours defrost the first layer of soil
dirty winter ice is washed away, crocus peaks
out to say hello.
A
L
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The river, by sluices of canal, rapids of river,
meanders, then the rise of stone/rock as river
cuts through gorge, then lowhead dam.
Thump… thump… thump of the cans
Revving… revving of the engine. Start – stop.
One house to the next, pick em up throw in back
Toss onto the sidewalk. Miles upon miles of walking…
Hands calloused… bones ache… cold or hot
They are out there… snow or rain…. they are out there
Making just above a livable wage and the mayor says…
You make enough…maybe a few cents more.
M
A
N
Y
Work two jobs to earn what one should pay,
Taking bus to bus to job to job at the chain pharmacy
First then the chain department store second
16 hours a day to support a family, pay health care
Hear the king of the golden age that
Doesn’t exist except for the rich
Buy one doll, one coat you don’t need
Anymore than that…. Eats cake while
Others pull meals out of a can.
We are here in the mid-2020s and it is cold and barren
ICE and Border Patrol run the country side abusing
Migrants, abusing citizens in the name of the abuser in
Chief. A little man who chants
gimme… gimme… gimme more.
It plays out… always attack the weak
your own people, another country
surround yourself in gilded gold
mock predecessors for your ego
and of course, name buildings after
yourself…. Never before done while in office.
Cold…Cold…Callous…Cold
Lawless
Without proper notice to the folks on Capitol Hill
BOMBS DROPED ON SOVERIGN NATION
Maduro kidnapped, removed from county.
OIL, OIL, OIL, OIL
Non warrior yells after the attack
S
Y
N
OPHANTS
Praise him, how tough he is, actually say
He will dictate next move…………………
Juan Orlando Hernández
Juan Orlando Hernández
Pardoned just a month before
45 years sentence wiped out
45 tons of cocaine in the United States
Who is fooling who?
Lawless
g emil reutter is a writer of poems and stories. He can be found at: https://gereutter.wordpress.com/about/
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