Poetry

July 9, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Rick Davis

 

 

 

President 45 & The Children

 

 

Cries crack the mast off the rotting yacht –

they are the moans of children trapped in cages

of evening dark while president 45

smears on putrid war-paint as the children cry –

whispering forgotten words –

they are the words of the sea

but with a salt-spray splinter

as living is to invite one’s own destruction.

 

Trump’s bullets glance off political doors

drawing young blood –

the young who are forced to bathe

in a rhetorically ugly dirty pool.

 

The morning news only finds president 45

vomiting into lonely microphones

in atrocious spasms.

 

 

 

 

 

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Rick Davis

Rick Davis is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate programs.  He is married, and has over 700 published poems.

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