appalachian cityscape
by J. David
sidewalks here brag windchimes and landmines
we sent to someone else’s children
sometime halfway between home & working to death
& the news never showed us any casualties
without white faces
our hearts couldn’t make less
of a difference—
kept coming up zeroes on the scale
when nobody bought into the system
stacked atop a thousand years of bread while the crows
laughed from behind their picket lines & an apocalypse hit—
left us so far backward our sins fell out
& we were nothing to god
someday the freight-train grows up & everybody cheers
for breakfast like they’re finally getting fed a hung jury
or a vomit stain on a factory-stack
we were supposed to clean
as if it wasn’t already too late
to save our planet from ourselves
city lights come out dancing
when calamity turns up
at the family party & we knew then
we’d written enough
persona poems for other people’s grief
to place the blame on someone else
for all the murders
god-machine said none of us
were allowed to hear prayer any longer
& the saddest part is
we got caught with our hands red in a forest of sunflowers
considering the circumstances
skyscrapers look too much like dead bodies
to be comfortable with stepping out the front door
heroin built a church on our street
& everyone showed up to mass
wearing shirts that said
keep out the liquor stores
just goes to show—being liberal never saved anybody
when the factories left
we stuck our heads in closets
after we mailed our principles
to four years from now & the government
called it a write-off when they taxed the poor
out of town but we knew better
than to ask poor folks to beat us kind
the whole block lit up like a bug-jar in june
stapled to the back of a climate crisis
when the kids came home drunk again
better late than dead
better dead than prison
everyone’s uncle got parole & we came home
when we heard our mothers calling
to say the hospital burned
a hole in the budget
spent our twenties buying flowers
for graveyards
spent our twenties in closets
retrieving our heads
& nobody clapped
when the war ended
you must have heard by now—
god came knocking
& nobody answered the door
Published on October 7, 2021