Poverty

In the land of dull knives
I was a sharpened spoon
master of grapefruit lake

bright at midnight
dark at nine
weather swirled pin wheel
frigate birds drove themselves
into the teeth of a hailstorm
feathers dancing
on the agate sand

native girls
danced on the way to school
armpits smelling of coffee

I lived in a birch bark castle
by that pinkish orange tarn
spiders spinning paper webs
my clerk an educated squid

mendicants made the pilgrimage
their bowls full
of the obsidian eyes of butchers
who had seen the truth
in the red dugouts
of their inventory once too often

what could I give them
as a man who had everything
not a cough or a fever
what good is the advice
of a man who inherited the world

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Shamala Chandran
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A very different take on the life around us…very well written!

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