Dastards, by Dominic Albanese

I am not a silent poet

double down dumb shit
lawyers guns n money
thoughts n prayers
empty lies…..edit videos ….slap crap
by
truck loads
a mother today, is sitting by
a window
with a photo of
her freshman college daugher
at her high school graduation
who
now is in a morgue
with a 45 caliber
exit wound big
as a grape fruit
in her other wise
youth full pretty
corpse

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White Feather, by Harry Gallagher

I am not a silent poet

How many young men Emmeline?
How many slouched off to slaughter,
stabbed by white feathers,
pinned by you and your daughter?
Did you find out what colour
white runs under gunfire?

How many cowards did you find Emmeline?
How many trembling wrecks
within sanatorium whitewalls?
How many missing legs,
heads that never recovered
from the mud and the blood?

How many feathers would it take
a boy to make wings,
fit them to his back
and fly away?

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