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War Mother

stupid

stupid

stupid


you cried

your hands raised above your head

grasping the brown olive branch

a token from mother nature/mother anger

mother wind/mother earth/& every

other mother of the ten rings

who saw that shaky video


i turned(back to my coffee)

neither in need

or bothered

by what i had witnessed


you could have left

my rational scolded

there were rumors

of a troop movements

in the stratosphere

still you drew a circle

& stayed


the spell worked

till it didn’t


the ground

ground of your father’s father

ground that fed

ground which swallowed spring

ground of stones


flinched

splitting your son

in two across

the chicken shit wire


i’m different

i slap my chest

like a new age spartan

i’m a pioneer

i don’t take prisoners

as i type in a new address

for a big-box store

in the town

i’ve never left


the american spirit(has evolved)

into the great american convenience


& i’m

it’s best soldier



Jordan Merenick is a poet from Pittsburgh,PA. He enjoys life and especially books.


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