What Goes Around
what goes around...
human bombs wait with fundamentalist patience
to wipe us from the earth as infidels
for polluting paradise
shocked disbelief rises like smoke from 911
hovers over ticky tacky boxes
morning coffee,
last night's discarded
plastic wrapped
lost generation
all for the flush
spindizzy in a clock-wise vortex
stare out through a green dollar haze
and miss the point again
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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