Tag Archives: poem

Metal

We are selling the metal that kills so we can afford the spoons that feed our children; then killing them with the metal that we’ve just sold feeding them with…

Sight

In broad daylight we pass each other. You see a person no longer alive and are blind to the person who searches your face, your eyes for some reason to…

Count No Count

He was no one but himself, a man with airs, never worked a day   unless you called writing work. Someone said he’d flown a biplane   during the war,…