a more fitting sentence
for ripping out the nation’s heart and soul, might be to provide
each with jemmy, black mask, and little black bag, tools of their trade
On one day each year we
makeover, paint our faces
wear funny hats
and indiscreetly
relax completely
On February 14, 2010,
in Poems, small town poet,
by Small Town Poet
That man in rumpled clothes
with grey tufts of hair
sprouting from his woollen cap
sitting up
against the harbour wall
an empty bottle by his side
On January 25, 2010,
in Poems, small town poet,
by Small Town Poet
…while the meek gaped
and the brave were
besieged.