House Of Shouts Poem by Leslie Philibert
House Of Shouts
Underclass; a running box
that middles the center
of a (not) living room.
Kidney table; an African girl beams
down into the smoke,
an ashtray of burnt souls.
Faces full of thin beer admire
the box lights of the estate,
double binds, grins, hopeless rutting.
Far; the flat black of fields
owls and air, silence.
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4/19/2024 5:00:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An African girl beams down into ther smoke! Nice work.