Normally I prefer poems which ‘show’ rather than ‘tell’, but who could resist the sentiments Brian writes about?
“Gone to the Dogs”
tossing stacks
of freshly
printed currency
at freshly
printed problems
ironic how they
trade forefather
papyrus
for atom bombs
and genocide
buying & selling
your vote, your
conscience
a microscopic
murmur in your
depths
which knows mass
murder is wrong
despite the purpose
but supports the violence
with merchandise
like flags
and bumperstickers
and the epidemic
chapel philosophy:
“anti-everyone
unlike ourselves”
I agree about showing rather than telling.
“anti-everyone unlike ourselves”.