Monday, August 11, 2014
Poem from the Calamity Jane Chronicles
by Mara Jebsen
--plenty disaster for breakfast again.
Staunching of blood. Stemming of tide. Not
enough Dutchboys with fingers in the dam. . .
Do Wake Up Calamity Jane. We are killing
even our favorites, again. Soldiers & small
flash-mouth boys. Pedestrian
death.---Plenty of martyr for our
coffers. or Coffins. Plenty...fodder for our
Martinis--I mean plenty...
Don't get muddled, Calamity Jane.
Terror's a river that rises again. Brace
for the hate that laps up the spine,
Stockpile dreams for a dryer time.
Posted by Mara Jebsen at 12:15 AM | Permalink