100 DEAD BABIES the conductor’s wand rises suspended in the air for a speechless moment one hundred dead babies wail away a mute harmony on the floor of the orchestra pit & the audience sways gently to the thunderous roar of the air conditioning unit and a billion goosebumps tickle their arms and nipples while the rest of the nation sways in unison as they veg-out on a lethal dose of CNN
brilliant as always my friend
Thanks for reading, buddy! Damn good hearing from ya J.J.!
Love your poetry!!
Thank ya, Kevin! Glad ya dig my poesy-shit…that means a lot to me….