234 Poem by John Weber

234



Despite
intentions
in civil soar

debts loom,
seized plunder
for social war.

Distilled
treachery
laps at our shore

controlled
by blunt heads
swapped like décor

spinning
messages
to shape the lore:

lies and
platitudes
over the snore

since we
claim no land
here anymore,

grieving
while getting
shoved out the door.

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John Weber

John Weber

Milwaukee, WI
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