kendall thomas Poems

Four stories
filled with blood of
centuries’ infamy.
The sword,
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I dreamed I was a cloud last night.
Saw toy soldiers off to war,
children kicking sand castles.
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And so, here you are again
in another senseless war,
fodder for a beggar’s fee.
Or did you actually think
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How can there ever be an end to war?
First we kill all the politicians.
But who would lead the country?
The people.
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We finished stuffing the animals.
The work went well.
They appear so lifelike
you must look close
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Too soft blooming flowers,
Settling tea leaves.
We are not attuned to the nuances of nature.
We would need elephant ears to pick up
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Leroy paints mushroom clouds
On urine smelling walls
Melting fields of tarnished saints
Grown fat deceiving poor.
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The crows will still call across the Cumberland
Long after I’m gone.
The wind will still wend its way through the tall grasses
And the trees.
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We cling to the tribe
longing for safety and comfort,
but these are illusions.
We are always alone and
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You were a gypsy dancing on moonbeams,
smiling like a lantern
swung by a drunken sailor,
a ship storm-tossed and swaying,
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