Mosquito Fog - Poem by Jimi Doyle
Our sweet mothers watched from the porches
as a big truck would sway down our street
bestowing a vapor upon our neighborhood
in a public war against mosquitoes
Was it once a week?
once a summer?
did it happen just once?
Kennedy in the white house
Daley in Bridgeport
...we were not afraid
God it was fun
to run behind the truck
clouding ourselves in and out of eccentric sky
on earth's surface
hiding and seeking in killing magic
Big diesel steam cloud
hazing in billows
gasoline butter mothball gum
Stenching our clothes and skin
on the grass blades
eyes and noses and throats
scarring tattoos into green branches
It was a bitter blue carnage
of lightning bugs
With mosquitos rising
from the ground again
steady as the sun
We all wound up going dead bang crazy
taunted by the grace of children
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