Spencer Zimmerman


Upward Smoke - Poem by Spencer Zimmerman

Bring the Pigs
And view the wave's crash
Entirely without malice
Ignorant as they did not know

Bring the Pigs!
And watch the temples topple
Overthrowing humanity…
For the greater good of none

O' thy small pox
Running rampant though this
And these insecure delusions
Testing faith as their mission continues

Meanwhile, behold the ritual burning of overgrowth
Followed by sacred acres of upward smoke
O' thy temperate forest; evermore impersonal
Often intruding with weariness upon our minds

Bring the Pigs!
Lest we will most certainly starve
O' thy small pox; evermore impersonal
Hidden blisters under their furs

As Mother and Father continue to weep
Polka dots on their skin they'll keep
But choice here does not apply
When an infestation destroys lives

O' thee de Soto; increasingly alien
Running rampant though this
When an infestation destroys lives
They May have left the pigs behind


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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 17, 2012


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