When Classmates Die
We think your life was spent
environed by thugs, roses, dogs, fried chicken,
jackasses, mashed potatoes, violence, and buzzards---
all ill-intended to bend your mind,
twisting and breaking off your goals.
Cold, the world-womb, bleeding quick, pregnant
trash-grown ideogasms the young and gifted
are fed daily by the
crazy and the dead.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. July
21, 2015
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