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We love poetry by Khephra Burns…Sam Buys the Farm

Sam Buys the Farm

 

Today, the last bald eagle dropped dead on the wing,

choked and bloated on rotten fox.

Today, dancing bears stumped in the red neck of the woods

while asses brayed and elephants stampeded sheared sheep

toward the edge of the precipice.

Today, a mole emerged in the rose garden,

saw the shadow cast in the flash of national rancor and ran

unopposed.

Today, the forecast is for four more years of winter in America.

Climate change has come to the political landscape too.

A chill wind blows down from the Urals,

where red lips whisper wet pink and a buck,

and now the old goat smells of piss and pander

and infamous ritzy suites.

Hobbled by hoof in mouth, arrested at the border of reptilian reflex

and a fear of self-reflection,

adoring his reflection.

He was incapable of making the great migration

into sapient society with the rest of us.

Today, he beats his chest, and bleats a mindless tweet.

The crowd pant-hoops.

Today, the surgeon general found a mole on the nose of our notions,

sitting there

as plain as the nose on your face.

It could be cancerous.

Today, the last Rep of conscience left the party,

the house trashed, feds on the way, the crime scene

strewn with prostitutes.

Today, Sam bought the farm.

He doesn’t know it yet.

He’ll likely hear

at the wake

tonight.

 

– Khephra Burns

Copyright © 2017 by Khephra Burns

 

Khephra Burns is an author, editor, playwright, poet and veteran of television, stage and live events productions. He is a partner and executive with the International ArtsGames Committee (IAC) and senior producer for the ArtsGames. He’s also editor-in-chief of The Boulé Journal of Sigma Pi Phi Fraternity.

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