Nitroglycerin Poem by Cheryl McDonnell

Did anybody ever tell you
The apple in your eye is rotten
Encased with the loose ends
And under us with the downtrodden

Remember the sunsets
Drain out the bleeding skies
Hurry now to see their demise
Soles of feet become Nitroglycerin

This orchid only blooms
Once in so many moons
It's a funeral gazed congregation
For the shallow hurt you are

Tied up in a rat king
Bury me bury me
Leave none at all to see to see
Your conspiracy becomes Nitroglycerin.