Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Business (poem)


The Corpse of America lay rotting
in the middle of the road under the
burning noonday sun like roadkill.
Blood, guts and gore strewn from
shoulder to shoulder. It just lay there.
No one would touch it. It was too
dangerous. There were deadly things
inside. Even dead the world feared
what might be unleashed were the body
disturbed so it lay there stinking,
rotting and disappearing. Fading
as the world went about its business.

Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/24/2017

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