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Dear FEMA
by Kristina Woodhill
Clean up!
Calling for
clean up in the U.S.A. aisle!
To borrow words from the perpetrator
“a horrible mess”
Aerosol sprays are blowing their cool
over bans on civility
Large canned assumptions
just exploded
from trying to claim scrambled truths
Oh, the eggs and live shells
thrown at that project!
Further on,
there's a cereal killer of facts
on the loose
The oatmeal is swelling,
spilling indignation
all over the slickening floor
Grape-nuts being told, quizzically,
they have to choose between
being grapes or nuts
Whine and cheese,
two staples for some chopping blocks,
are tumbling off the shelves
Colliding with carefully tended,
aged bottles of prejudice
kept, until now, corked tightly
Baking soda shaking out
hoping to calm things down
preparing to cover the stench
of now ignored integrated produce
Baking soda shaking out
forgetting in all the growing madness
how that volcano turns out
when mixed
with all the shards of unfeeling glass
and the vitriol of flowing vinegar
01/29/2017 Author's Note: changed title - this makes more sense, plus a few word tweaks.
Posted on 01/29/2017
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/30/17 at 02:50 PM This poem of yours, Kristina, says it all exceedingly well, as it concerns the state of our current affairs. I wonder how much baking soda it would take to absolve it of its most peculiar odor? |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/31/17 at 05:56 PM Excellent analogy/allegory, Kris. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/02/17 at 03:50 AM Great m'lady, I love it! |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 04/06/17 at 12:08 AM Fun and sobering all at the same time! I like the breakfast foods, particularly the oatmeal spilling over. Captures this moment in time so well. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 07/18/17 at 09:46 AM Dear DHS: define 'disaster'.
Food for thought, in the face of overwhelming thoughtlessness.
Meanwhile, I anticipate more of these close encounters (we are not alone in being alone). |
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