Loose Pocket Change
Loose Pocket Change
A whistle blew
And out went candlelight
It’s wax ,cascaded and crystallized
It’s tears, warm and heavy, emptied into the deep
A bouquet of wilted flowers
Before the grave
Dark shadows of death
Stalk and circle those in blackouts
Black birds crow and fill the mind and burry the spirit
Sunken fishing boats
Bare hooks
Empty nets
Loose pocket change
In a pit of a bag
Stolen instruments
Black water under the bridge
Dirt and grime consumes it
Garbage and human remains float
Garlic peeling at the harbor
Women’s work
Men burn firewood for charcoal
Children get home schooling
Come feeding time, children fight
Typhoon blew stick houses down
Rice and grain swept away
Momma pawns everything
To open up her shop
Placing a bet on her life
A promise to feed her husband and lad
In the ruins of the slums
Hunger bury those who go without
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/17/19
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