With Barely a Smack
on the keister,
our young brother
was sent back
down home
to till his soil
solo,
Vesuvius bile
vomited
out of bitter lips –
even still!
Venom unabated,
poison spittle
distorting the crops
we consume:
hell, it’s in our clothing!
Endgame?
Dissolution of the collective
dream.
R James Sennett Jr
R James Sennett Jr lives, works, breathes, and chases his muse in Louisville, Kentucky. His poetry has appeared in numerous publications for which he is grateful.
