Amazing poem, by amazing woman.
In the realm
of concession,
near a booth
for confession,
under thumbs,
long oppression,
seeking truth,
beyond depression,
the answer to,
every question,
the charter of,
unmapped procession,
the recognized,
in wide variation,
well hidden lies,
beneath foundation,
well-groomed to die,
an entire population,
when tomorrow,
lacks motivation,
when this Life,
is in violation,
of treaties between,
me and damnation,
a grenade’s pin,
teeters on location,
bombs explode,
painful radiation,
down to the bone,
without affection,
nobody home,
in any direction,
watch me glow,
with indiscretion,
smash til it’s gone,
porcelain complexion.
Mocking Bird Down 