Masks

Walking through the parking lots of life

observing discarded castaways floating on seas of gravel.

Protectors shown the contempt of mistreated hookers

thrown to the curbside.

Protectors covered in a soft brown layers of dust

await collection to trash heaps

or burial mounds of leaves.

Uncovering the truth

on how shabbily we treat the old and the useless.

Broken soldiers on cement fields

battle relics evoking wounds of sadness.

Weather-beaten by torrents of rain

colors faded—bleeding red, black and blue onto our streets.

The cigarette butts of our time floating down our gutters.

How we treat the things we no longer need, nor want, nor desire, nor love.

No flag burial for these message-laden pieces of cloth.

No crypt

No cremation

No respect.

Just distain.

Thumbs up:

Barack O. Mandela—This poem reminds meof famous American poets Allen Ginsberg and Walt Whitman. Perhaps publish a book of poetry.

Judy Zakarin;

Poetry put to music is a song, this is a dark piece, sing the song.—David Paulsen

Joanne Goldstein;

Ricki Dorn–Interesting twist

music is always good

poetry is always good

together they are good….always.

Perry Yaver;

John M. Misner;

Ellen Straton;

As usual—Wonderful— Elaine Braffman

Laurie Lungen Handel;

Good to read your writing.—Marieanne Holmes

Ken Mednick—Wow….is all.

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September 28, 2021