Xi Froth
The snow has turned dirty
exposing the filth of man-unkind
one year later -still standing in our corners.
At the masquerade ball
six hundred sixty six feet apart..
the Xi virus-whirling in the middle
making red froth with his favorite pawns.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment