Morning In The Plaza Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Morning In The Plaza
A clockwork locust with a swivelling eye
Studied a church as tall as hopelessness
Don’t judge me! Don’t judge me!
The church seemed to imply
In the surgery over the way
A scalpel cut a Caesarian slash
On a girl’s pregnant belly
How many cuts does it take to set life free?
The blue peonies pondered in the vase
Meanwhile a yellow dog barked
Jealous of a upward growing sunflower
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