Summer simmer’s over, roiling August
for the repast, a crock of augured ills,
the new normal serves up with cheesy crust,
feeding hunger for peace a taste of chills;
testing and stirring away with our wills
to wage on our wicked our commonweal,
prepare our fears as if it’s news – War Kills! –
we let the dogs loose for this kind of meal.
So the Barbarians gait scenes they steal
and target the bouillabaisse boil with bombs;
blood for oil spills and we watch it congeal
in dead and mangled sons of distraught moms.
Still we pray CIC's* predictions pull us through:
Elixirs of indigestible stew.
This brilliant piece of work addresses current political situations; all the dark moments we fear, but do we know what? And using the change of season is a brilliant metaphor. I think this is a piece that could stand the test of time: it could, and should live forever. It's more than a well written poem, it is plain great and intelligent writing.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
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