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Jennifer McCurry
Poems
Dec 2021
Nation part 1
Nation part 1
He was hound dawged
Sweated
Mud in his eye
But red, similar the color of cherries
His load
Delusions of grandeur -carried in a burlap sack
eclipsed the threshold a Moon before his person
Lumbering
And foul
Grunt and whiskeyed breath
Enough to make a small one dizzy ...
Enough to clear the front of house with only a hint of his mood
The Sioux boiled beneath his grip
Mud like lava caked his expression
The man had seen War
But not enough
Not enough
Only a little..
A promise incomplete
His War had been a nursery rhyme
Full of..
Barnyard animals
****** with anthropomorphism
Machete held by pigs paw
Rebel yells that quacked
And so he entered the threshold
(Sanctuary actually)
Hulk and mass inescapable
And indescribable in regards to appetite
(Though I will try)
As said ..
The Sioux boiled beneath his grip
Exposing the ancestry beneath his skin Monks hood
I think ..
Something lovely
And deadly
And I certainly feel..
worthwhile
Written by
Jennifer McCurry
46/F/Arkansas, USA
(46/F/Arkansas, USA)
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