stupid
stupid
stupid
you cried
your hands raised above your head
grasping the brown olive branch
a token from mother nature/mother anger
mother wind/mother earth/& every
other mother of the ten rings
who saw that shaky video
i turned(back to my coffee)
neither in need
or bothered
by what i had witnessed
you could have left
my rational scolded
there were rumors
of a troop movements
in the stratosphere
still you drew a circle
& stayed
the spell worked
till it didn’t
the ground
ground of your father’s father
ground that fed
ground which swallowed spring
ground of stones
flinched
splitting your son
in two across
the chicken shit wire
i’m different
i slap my chest
like a new age spartan
i’m a pioneer
i don’t take prisoners
as i type in a new address
for a big-box store
in the town
i’ve never left
the american spirit(has evolved)
into the great american convenience
& i’m
it’s best soldier
Jordan Merenick is a poet from Pittsburgh,PA. He enjoys life and especially books.
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