A LONDON WEDDING Poem by Andrew Buchanan Jackson
A LONDON WEDDING
The groom is anybody's guess. He goes
casual-incognito, this year's look.
His backpack's full of perfumes, and a book.
A party popper's pulled and he explodes.
Relatives are thrilled to bits. It shows:
confetti, carbon-based; a rush of blood.
Bodies lie divided under God.
The groom enjoys a honeymoon of groans.
Monday, August 6, 2018
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