Trumpets At The Gates Of Best Buy Poem by John W. McEwers

Trumpets At The Gates Of Best Buy



The armies of childmen
will clash as foretold
by the black friday ad.
will crash against the gates
like so many fleshy waves
like making love
a tantrum of consumer love
American love is tidal.
American love is things on sale.
American love is not good love.
I am Canadian.

Saturday, April 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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