AsPoets (to You)


Are we

Simply locusts

A blight

Plaguing the

Earth or

Perhaps we’re

The pervasive

Gnawing of

Hunger deep

In the

Belly of

A child

Or perhaps

We’re a

Glacier scraping

Resources and

Retreating once

We’ve had

Our fill

Are we

Not truly

Charged with

Change as

Poets aren’t

We supposed

To incite

Riotous inflection

With words

Why then

The imagery

Of angels

When we

In fact

Live amongst

The damned