POEM: POLITICAL POEM
Heavy eyes, crawling
over pavement cracking,
broken sweat,
breaking back,
sunk shoulders,
chin to chest,
inwardly ferocious.
What of your polics,
what of your inciting,
what do you penetrate
flinging your fecal forms?
People, listen!
Conversationally inept,
jittering jaw,
abraded breath,
nasal, hurried
healthless.
Should all your tenured priests howl,
preaching in unison under the full moon,
the darkness will lift not,
from the age that thee begot.
-- Lee W. Jenson
Lee W. Jenson is a graduate student at Rutgers Business School.
