Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions selected from Stone Soup Poetry's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here.
I also have a book collecting the best of my first year of poems. Click here to purchase it.
I thought the laid bare emotions of both the participants and the feature deserved a poem that at least attempted to catch the primalness of the night. Like to think I at least halfway succeeded.
The title is a nod to Arthur's feature and how he mapped his emotional journey. Also, I can relate to that journey more than a little. Thanks to him, and thanks for reading.
Work Through Panic
The animal kingdom
forecloses in your backyard.
Time to join Peace Corps,
travel across world, find
who feigns understanding.
Find one and get out before
mercenaries take down
everything, put corpses
in corporations who employ
them. They'll be back soon
alongside work bubbler.
That proximity of death
just makes sex more feral,
even angelic, gentle yet
so wild God harrumphs,
closes sky shades, tells Jesus
he'll be waiting another
two thousand and twenty
three years. How do they
record angel sex but with
infinite winged soldiers
tapdancing on single prick.
Warmakers open curtains
asking how can anyone plot
mutually assured destruction
with all this racket. Junior
soldiers ponder other titles
and turning ash before
final body count. Smoke
without fire, these young
unwitting messiahs cut
terrible journey short with
single step back. Let city
steam give enough cover,
allow children escape under
country sun, be unafraid
in asking for quenching cup.
Special thanks to Ed Gault, Robert Fleming, Bil Lewis, Black Byrd, Jan Rowe, Nancy Dodson, Jon Wesick, Navah The Buddaphliii, Julianne Powers, Ethan Mackler, James Van Looy and feature Arthur Stratusfier Williams.
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