Death on the riverfront
Blood in the water
Don’t drink the rite.
Poison in the mind of the unborn child.
Betty BOOMS loudly
Little Boy enchants a sorrowful tune.
Iron eyes see what lies from miles high
Tension ready to subliminate.
Ivan and Sam sit alone in their Father’s park.
There grows a pale, white tree in a hole.
Albert Appleseed planted it there, in the heart.
Children go on playing checkers in the dark.
Remembering the advice of Joshua and Blue.
They would flip a coin
if it had not rolled off a red line.
Even then neither wishes to make the first move. |
Submission Name: Nightmare for a Brave New World
