Wednesday, April 28, 2021

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Eight, Poem Twenty-Eight

Pandemic School Bus

Billy kids klop right in
roomy yellow veal cages.
Put them all out before
they have to be kept. 

Children undisciplined enough 
to become their parents,
killing each other slowly
with mutual consent. 
Even the germ factories  
need to run on time.

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